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From the moment she received the letter until she stepped off the plane in South Hampton, Lizzie had felt excited jitters in her stomach. She glanced around the airport for Mr. Andrews, he was supposed to pick them up here and take them to the dock.

Miranda crossed her arms as she plunked down on her suitcase and crossed her legs. "If this turns out to be a hoax—"

Lizzie closed her eyes and whirled around on her heels. "All right, Miss Gordo," she snipped. "The plane tickets across the ocean weren't a hoax were they? No. So, now we just be patient and wait."

Gordo raised his dark eyebrows at her and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I didn't say anything."

"Oh, shut up. I know you were thinking it," Lizzie retorted. Her round hazel eyes scanned. She tried desperately to ignore the sinking feeling in the bottom of her stomach that they could possibly be right; that they were stranded in a foreign country without contacts, without the country's currency, just credit cards and their luggage.

Faces swarmed together as people rushed across the lobby. People locked in embracing hugs and well wishes as others scrambled for lost luggage. Lizzie's eyes landed on a face and she felt her heart leap.

"Miss McGuire!" Mr. Andrews called. He hurried over to the group and held out his arm towards the door. "This way."

Lizzie grabbed her suitcase and followed him. She was suddenly aware that Miranda was incredibly close to her. "This is all going to be okay, right? We're not going to be abducted or anything."

"Everything is going to be great," Lizzie assured her.

They stepped out into the fresh salty air of the seaside city. A grin swept over Lizzie's face as she saw the sleek black car ahead of her. Mr. Andrews glanced over his shoulder at her as the driver opened the trunk for the luggage. She grinned as she allowed him to take her suitcase and she slid into the car. Miranda followed, then Gordo. Mr. Andrews climbed into the front didn't until the driver was inside the car.

"Are you ready to embark on the journey of your lives?"

Lizzie grinned happily as Miranda clasped her hand in an expression of excitement. Gordo lifted the small hand held camera and swept it around the car. Lizzie and Miranda grinned and waved at the lens as Mr. Andrews recited some information about the original Titanic.

His words fell upon deaf ears as they pulled up to the ship. Not even the most avid Leonardo DiCaprio fan would have been able to envision the ship in its incredible glory. Each of the four smoke stacks gleamed bright and red against the crystal blue of the sky, The magnificent black hull towered over the car, each small port glass glistened in the sunlight as if diamonds on a black case. The white paint along each deck contrasted with the hull in a brilliance that guided eyes along the incredible length of the ship.

Mr. Andrews stepped from the car and suddenly Lizzie's was open. She grinned at the driver as she stepped out and towards Mr. Andrews. He held out three envelopes, giving one to Lizzie, Miranda, and finally Gordo.

"Your bags are taken care of, all that is left is for you to enjoy your trip."

Mr. Andrews gave her a gentle nudge forward from her shoulder. Lizzie moved towards the ramp ascending to the entry way of the boat. The general excitement vibrated all around them, Lizzie felt the crowd surge forward, she was swept along.

Her eyes darted over the edge of the ramp, the water sparkled beneath them. The sea breeze tickled her face She glanced over her shoulder, but Miranda and Gordo's faces weren't there to greet her, a sea of unfamiliar faces mover her along. Gripping her fingers tighter around the ticket clutched in her hand, Lizzie went forward. The gentleman took her ticket smiled and directed her down a long corridor. Lizzie was half tempted to wait and see if she could catch Miranda, but it was incredibly clear that the loading passengers would make that impossible.

Lizzie followed the directions and walked down the hallways. The incredibly lavish hallways were magnificent. The plush carpet, the beautiful walls were all intricately decorated. Lizzie smiled as she stopped in front of her room. With an excited intake of breath, her fingers wrapped around the handle and she gave it a turn.

The room was just as beautiful as the rest of the ship. She looked around the room slowly realizing that there was only one bed. She'd expected to be sharing a room with Miranda and Gordo. She was tempted to go out into the hallway, but realized that it would be just as crowded and she'd find nobody. Instead she took a calming breath, her attention caught by a large trunk in the middle of the room. But it wasn't her suitcase. Curious, she walked over and found a letter attached to the outside of the case, her name printed across the front.

She pulled it free and slid her finger around the envelope's seal.

Lizzie,

Thought you'd find these clothes more suitable.

Mr. Andrews

Lizzie flipped the letter over looking for a better explanation, but she realized there was none. She looked around the room and realized there was a wardrobe less than two feet away from her. She stepped towards it, and her hand slowly reached out, pulling on the golden knob. Inside was an array of beautiful gowns, beaded, sequined masterpieces. A gasp slid past Lizzie's lips as she ran her hands over the satin, silk, velvet, all beautiful materials. The desire to try one on was strong but she fought it away as she turned and advanced towards the door. She stepped out and realized that she wasn't going to find anyone any time soon.

Miranda glanced around the stateroom, there was only one bed, and no sign of Lizzie. Twisting her mouth up in concentration, she looked under the bed and inside the wardrobe for her suitcase, but it wasn't there. Her closet instead was filled with beautiful dresses, but they weren't hers and she was sure that she'd gotten the wrong trunk delivered to her room. She was about to go look for Mr. Andrews and get the problem corrected when an envelope on the floor caught her attention. She reached down and picked it up.

After her eyes had finished scanning the letter, she turned towards the closet with her jaw agape. All those beautiful dresses were for her…

Gordo pushed his way thought the white hallways and bare floors. People were crowded together and he was given the odd impression of a salmon trying to swim upstream. Finally he saw the dark letterings on the door, he compared it with the number on his ticket and slipped inside.

The relief he'd been expecting at seeing Lizzie and Miranda vanished as he saw the frames of the two bunk beds attached to opposing white walls. The only color was on the blankets covering the mattresses.

Lizzie and Miranda were not sitting on any of the four beds, but two men talking in foreign tones had already occupied one bunk, while another man about his age lay on his back, an arm thrown over his eyes.

"Great trip, Lizzie," Gordo muttered, tossing his bag onto the top bunk.