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Rose stared bewildered into the eyes of someone who she believed to have been gone. "It's you!" Cal chuckled and asked more than stated, "That is preposterous!" He scoffed in confusion. Michael laughed nervously, and he cleared his throat.
"You two have met before?" He asked in a squeaky voice.
"But you're dead!" Cal said, ignoring Michael. Rose raised an eyebrow at him.
"If I was dead, how would I be standing right in front of you right now?" Rose snapped angrily at him. Cal looked slightly taken aback, but he recovered instantaneously.
"Don't you speak to me that way!" Cal said. For a moment, the two forgot that Michael was standing behind them. He cleared his throat.
"Mr. Hockley, that is no way to talk to a lady!" Michael scolded. Cal scoffed, and then he eyed Hope who was sleeping on the bench.
"So… Have you met my darling wife and children?" He sneered. Rose remembered everything immediately.
The fight… Susanna… The blonde hair… The cold eyes…
"Susanna is your daughter?" She asked, and her mind whirled. Cal snickered.
"Isn't she lovely?" Cal laughed. Rose remained quiet. "And my wife… Agnes… You've met her too, correct?" Rose remembered Mrs. Agnes Hockley. She had light blonde hair, pale skin, cold cerulean eyes, and thin lips. There was a permanent sneer on her face, and she had high cheek bones. "You see Rose, after TITANIC sank, I looked for you… Your mother and I…"
"My… my mother?" Rose could barely choke the words out.
"Yes… Ruth DeWitt Bukater…" Cal circled Rose, hands behind his back. "She missed you so much Rose… You were finally proclaimed dead after a year or so…" Rose thought about it. Her mother was looking for her? "And then… I met the exquisite, young Agnes Eleanor Williams…" Cal chuckled, "She was rich enough… but not as attractive as you…" Cal put his hand up to Rose's face, and she flinched away. He chuckled.
"So where's Dawson?" Cal asked. Rose sucked in a breath.
"He… He died…" Rose whispered.
"Mr. Hockley, I'll take Rose home. Please excuse us," Michael finally spoke up. Cal glared at him, but Michael just stared at him. Cal finally drew back, and Michael was left alone with Rose and Hope.
"Thank you Mr. Calvert," Rose smiled gratefully at him. The man dipped his head. "Anytime, Miss," He smiled at her. Rose grinned back, and she woke her daughter up.
"Hope, come on darling," She whispered to her daughter. The girl stumbled with Rose and Michael, and they were headed to a car.
"Is this your car?" Rose asked when Michael beckoned for them to go inside.
"Yes…" Michael looked down as he said so.
"It's nothing to be ashamed about," Rose told him. Michael looked at her.
"Well, I'm often thought to be rich, and I guess I have some spare money in my pocket, but this was a gift from my boss." Rose nodded and got in the car. The three drove in silence, and Michael pulled up to a nice little house. Rose carried Hope inside, and Michael told Rose and Hope that they could stay in the spare bedroom.
"Thank you, Mr. Calvert," Rose said with a smile.
"No, it's fine Rose, please call me Michael," He said.
"Okay…" She said, "Michael…"
If Jack hadn't come back into her life, Michael Calvert was quite the charmer…
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