*Chapter 2*

It was now 9:30am, and Clara was awoken by the noisy Claire yelling at her mother, because her corset was too tight, and she didn't want to wear it.

"But you don't understand, darling. Corsets trim your waist, in order for your tight dresses to fit."

"Mom, I don't care. I hate wearing those stupid dresses anyway. They make me all itchy and I cant even movie in them! I wish I were in steerage. They don't have to worry about anything," Claire retorted.

"That's because they don't HAVE ANYTHING!" Noelle, the mother shouted.

"What's going on?" Clara asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Oh mom's making me wear this damn corset again. They're so stupid. I hate the person who invented them," Claire said, rather frustrated.

Claire stormed off to her room, and flung her corset out the window to her promenade deck.

"Claire doesn't like corsets, mom. You know that. She likes to be free. Just let her be," Clara said, matter-of-factly.

Clara went into Claire's room to comfort her.

Claire and Clara were twin sisters, as you already know. They were identical, except for the fact that Claire was noticeably taller than Clara, and she had brown eyes, whereas Clara had green eyes. They were 16 years old, turning 17 in August. They both had straight light brown elbow length hair, a slim build, and were rather tall for their age, standing at 5'10". They were born in Wales, but then moved to London, when they were 14. When Claire turned 15, for her birthday, she went on a trip to America, to visit her father's hometown of Cleveland, Ohio, and also just to tour around. She had been in America for a year, and had lost her proper ness, her politeness, and her English accent, and had replaced it with an American accent. The trip had made her less self conscious about how she appeared, which seemed to be quite common amongst the wealthy society, and now she was a little more informal about her actions, probably because she was very overconfident.

Clara, however, was confident as well, but she was much more conscious of the way she spoke, dressed, and acted towards people. Unlike Claire, she strived to do well in school.

In other words, the twins were completely opposite.

"Girls, hurry up and get dressed. We're going on a boat tour with Mr Andrews, the designer of Titanic," Noelle shouted, from the other room.

"Great, fresh air at last!" Claire said sarcastically, and threw on a dress.

Clara, on the other hand, took a full 20 minutes to have her corset laced up, and to put her dress on, let alone her gloves, jewellery and makeup.

Claire stood impatiently in the doorway, waiting for Clara to get ready.

"Jeez, how long does it take you to just put on a dress, Clara?"

"You have to look your best when you're on a boat tour."