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Lizzie opened the dark cherry wood doors of the wardrobe, her fingers slid over the smooth golden handles, the cool metal surface very real in her hand. Everything was incredible, the beauty of the ship, the elegance of her room. Once she had convinced herself that everything was indeed real, she attempted to focus her attention on what she was doing presently, trying to decide what to wear to dinner. The problem wasn't deciding it was which one was proper.
"All right, think," she commanded. "Dinner, what did Rose wear at dinner?" She laughed when she realized that everything she knew she was taking from a movie, but it was her best shot. The character had worn more pastels during the day, saving the darker colors or more beaded materials for dinner. Satisfied with her deductions, reached inside the wardrobe. Her fingers traipsed over the soft velvets, smooth silk, then fell upon a beaded dress.
A grin crossed her face as she pulled out the dress. It was dark blue, sheer short sleeves decorated with glittering black lace overlay that continued onto the bodice of the dress, and over the skirt. A slit reached her thigh would allow her to walk.
Visions of an elegant dinner with the other guest in attendance wearing outfits just as nice as hers and the men dressed in tuxedos, waiters to pull out chairs, and the finest food on a table before her.
A knotted feeling started in her stomach as she realized that she had yet to hear from Miranda or Gordo. She pulled her shirt over her head and tried to assure herself that she would find them at dinner.
Slipping the dress off the hanger, a squeal escaped her lips as she saw a small lace bag dangled from the hanger and a elbow length pair of black gloves. She slipped it off the hanger, her slender fingers pulled the lace string to open it. She tipped it's contents into her hand and felt her breath catch in her throat. A beautiful teardrop ruby necklace shimmered in her hand. The lace bag was still heavy and her finger reached inside and brushed up against something. She tipped the bag up again and shook loose two matching earrings.
Lizzie had never worn anything like these, they seemed to shimmer in every light and she'd never felt more graceful, but maybe that was simply because she wasn't moving.
She lowered herself into the chair seated before the vanity and began curl her long tresses into soft waves.
Maybe it was just because of the ship she was on, or maybe the excitement of the new dress, but Lizzie had never felt more beautiful once she'd finished. She gave a quick twirl and was pleased to see that the slit wasn't as high as she thought it would be, and only showed her leg when she took a step. She looked at her hose covered feet, then back inside the wardrobe, just as she though, there below each dress was a shoe, any person with eyes could match up the shoes to the dress.
Feeling almost giddy, Lizzie slipped her feet into the shoes then started towards the door. She glanced back inside the room wondering briefly if she should bring anything with her. It was then that she realized with a sinking realization that Mr. Andrews hadn't given them the chance to exchange the few American dollars she'd brought for whatever currency was good on the ship. Lizzie felt the tight fist of panic threatening to tighten around her throat. She willed it away as her black gloved hand produced her credit card from the drawer next to her bed and she slid it into the purse, then hurried out the door.