Rose opened her eyes slowly, after rubbing the sleep from her eyes she realized that she had slept in her dress, and even still had her hair pinned up and her gloves on.
"Ow..." Rose muttered, stretching. Sleeping in a corset was not very comfortable at all. She pulled her gloves off and walked over to her vanity mirror. Her eyes didn't look puffy at all, but she had a red mark on her cheek that stung ever so slightly. She looked up as her door opened. Rose held her breath, thinking it was Cal, but it was Trudy.
"Miss, why are you in your clothes from yesterday? We must get you re-dressed, Mr. Hockley said that you must be at the pier at 11:00 o'clock, and it is 9:30." Trudy moved over to Rose, who was taking pins out her hair. "Miss, I'll do that..." Trudy took over the job, which went much faster.
When Trudy was done taking her hair done, she helped Rose change out her clothes and into a bathrobe, "Miss, do you want a bath or a shower?"
"A bath." Rose answered from the closet, "...I think I'll wear.... This one!" She pulled a black dress out her wardrobe. "Perfect..." She knew Cal wouldn't want her to wear black, but she felt like black. After laying the dress on the bed, Rose went into the bathroom to clean up.
"Miss, the water's done." Trudy walked out, closing the door behind her.
After Rose was done bathing, she combed out her hair, and applied her make-up. She didn't want Trudy to notice her bruises. With the hour, Rose was all ready in her dress, with her hair done. She knocked on the adjoining door to Cal's room. "I'm ready, Cal."
Cal opened the door and shook his head. "No. Black is bad luck on sailing day." He looked over at Trudy, who was fixing up the bed. "Help her change... Into something suitable."
"I felt like black," Rose whispered as she walked over to the bed to wait for Trudy. Nevertheless, she changed into a pinstriped white suit-dress. Cal approved of the dress and they left off to the White Star Line pier.
When the Renault pulled into the crowded pier, Rose came up with a plan that would make sure that she wouldn't have to be with Cal anymore. It was crazy, but it just might work. But she hid her excitement for the plan when she excited the automobile.
"I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania."
Cal chuckled, "You can be blasé about some things Rose. But not about Titanic..." Then he began to bark orders to the stewards that we suppose to take their luggage to the rooms. Rose took her purse off her seat in the Renault, and waited for her chance. Finally, Cal turned his back to her, and Rose ducked around the car, and ran as far away from it as she could. After running a few blocks, she stopped and leaned against the brick wall of a pub. She could hear music inside, and could smell alcohol.
Rose walked into the pub, taking one last look at the Titanic in the distance.
"Ow..." Rose muttered, stretching. Sleeping in a corset was not very comfortable at all. She pulled her gloves off and walked over to her vanity mirror. Her eyes didn't look puffy at all, but she had a red mark on her cheek that stung ever so slightly. She looked up as her door opened. Rose held her breath, thinking it was Cal, but it was Trudy.
"Miss, why are you in your clothes from yesterday? We must get you re-dressed, Mr. Hockley said that you must be at the pier at 11:00 o'clock, and it is 9:30." Trudy moved over to Rose, who was taking pins out her hair. "Miss, I'll do that..." Trudy took over the job, which went much faster.
When Trudy was done taking her hair done, she helped Rose change out her clothes and into a bathrobe, "Miss, do you want a bath or a shower?"
"A bath." Rose answered from the closet, "...I think I'll wear.... This one!" She pulled a black dress out her wardrobe. "Perfect..." She knew Cal wouldn't want her to wear black, but she felt like black. After laying the dress on the bed, Rose went into the bathroom to clean up.
"Miss, the water's done." Trudy walked out, closing the door behind her.
After Rose was done bathing, she combed out her hair, and applied her make-up. She didn't want Trudy to notice her bruises. With the hour, Rose was all ready in her dress, with her hair done. She knocked on the adjoining door to Cal's room. "I'm ready, Cal."
Cal opened the door and shook his head. "No. Black is bad luck on sailing day." He looked over at Trudy, who was fixing up the bed. "Help her change... Into something suitable."
"I felt like black," Rose whispered as she walked over to the bed to wait for Trudy. Nevertheless, she changed into a pinstriped white suit-dress. Cal approved of the dress and they left off to the White Star Line pier.
When the Renault pulled into the crowded pier, Rose came up with a plan that would make sure that she wouldn't have to be with Cal anymore. It was crazy, but it just might work. But she hid her excitement for the plan when she excited the automobile.
"I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania."
Cal chuckled, "You can be blasé about some things Rose. But not about Titanic..." Then he began to bark orders to the stewards that we suppose to take their luggage to the rooms. Rose took her purse off her seat in the Renault, and waited for her chance. Finally, Cal turned his back to her, and Rose ducked around the car, and ran as far away from it as she could. After running a few blocks, she stopped and leaned against the brick wall of a pub. She could hear music inside, and could smell alcohol.
Rose walked into the pub, taking one last look at the Titanic in the distance.