A/N: I finally have chapter 3 up after what seems quite awhile, and indeed this is so. I do apologize for not writing sooner but boarding school is getting in the way. Plus I stupidly misplaced the drafts. But I have found them and we can commence! My friends are encouraging me to have a "little fun" in this story now that it is no longer a school project. I'm not sure how I will do that, but I want to keep my two true loyal readers happy. THANKS GUYS! So on with the story!

Chapter 3:

Nicole and Olivia made their way down the many flights of stairs to the Third Class dining

room where they would finally be able to get something to eat. Julian had gone elsewhere for the time being, letting the others know that he would meet them for lunch.

The two sisters stood in the doorway of the double roomed dining saloon for a

few seconds, taking in what they saw. Rows upon rows of tables seated for eight or so spanned the entire room, some already occupied with hungry passengers.

The freshly painted white walls surrounding them made the entire place look spacious and clean.

They noticed that Julian had somehow beat them and had taken seat at table near the window. Already devouring the food on his plate.

"How did you get down here so quickly?" Olivia asked taking a seat next to him.

"When a man is hungry ladies, we must be hasty." Julian answered before taking a large bite of bread, thickly covered with rhubarb jam.

"The food's great, here try some." He shoved a plate of some type of meat product under Nicole's nose.

Nicole picked at it a little before trying a piece. After a nod of agreement her sister followed suit.

"This is great!" Nicole said after her 3rd helping. Julian was finishing up the last remnants of food on his plate.

"This may not necessarily be first class dining but it sure hits the spot!" Julian said leaning back with a satisfied expression.

"So, what is your business on this ship?"

The faces of the sisters went to similar looks of distraught.

"Our parents died. Our father, from a horrible case of influenza and our mother died in a freak music accident. We never really found out how that really happened."

The look on Olivia's face went blank. She remembered the day before her mother's death when her mother had given her youngest daughter an ivory broach of two roses weaving through and around a small shaped "F" . Though somewhat tacky, she loved and cherished from the day it was given to her.

Julian was right in front on her now, trying fervently to get her attention."Olivia…Olivia." Are you alright?"

Her sister had recovered from her unhappy spell and was now taking great care to cover every corner of her bread with jam.

"Yes, I…I'm fine, I think I just need a bit of air." She slowly got up from the table and walked to the door followed by Julian and Nicole who was still very preoccupied with the bread and jam.

Guinievere returned to her room to change out of her shabby blue dress to something more suitable for fine dining.

"Lily, which one do you think I should wear? The pink or the pale yellow?"

Lily strode over with a pile of linens in hand.

"If I were you, I would wear the yellow, the pink one hangs on your body and makes you look slightly plump." Guinievere shot her an angry glance.

"You know how much I despise that word, Lily!"

"Why are you so worried about what you're going to wear. The dress you have on is by far my favorite anyway. Does it have to do with that gentlemen we met earlier, Mmm?"

"No!" Guinievere retorted. "There is no reason. I just want to look my best." Moving towards the mirror in the room, she checked to make sure she looked perfect. She knew too well that it did have to do with him.

Walking into one of the small cafés on board, Guinievere saw him, the one who told her to meet him here in a quick whisper. She moved swiftly towards the appropriate table, making sure that everything would be fine.

"Why there you are. I was hoping you hadn't forgotten about me." James smiled standing up to offer her a seat. "That dress suits you."

Guinievere blushed. This was custom for her when a gentleman would compliment her in any way.

"Thank you" was her only reply. Silence overtook the two until lunch was served.

The meal was delicious and the two were able begin conversation again. Once they had, James quickly stood up to help Guinievere from her seat. Even though she was quite capable of doing it herself.

"You really should join myself and the others out on the deck later. It'll be good for you I'm sure. You need to get some air," She said as he took her hand.

"I'd love to join you, but I have things I must do, but please send my regards." And with a quick smile he had left Guinievere standing alone and speechless.

Joceyln had been sitting a second-class dining room table alone for quite sometime now. Her husband had long finished his lunch and retired to the smoking lounge, before she had finished with her salad. Jocelyn had never enjoyed being alone. She had grown up with her friend Patricia by her side since she was a small child, but once she was 14, her friend had moved and they began to grow distant. This was a life altering experience for dear Joceyln and in her confusion she began to turn to the neighborhood boys for companionship. She would usually run off with them at night, returning before her parents awoke in the morning. It wasn't until her eighteenth year that she met Matthew. Now twenty, she is happily married and looking to begin a family.

Jocelyn had never been a fast eater, but the ocean out the nearby window intrigued her so much that it took her nearly two hours to finally finish lunch. Some how the sparkling quality the ocean had, captivated her. Realizing she was the last person in the room had motivated her to finally leave and make her way towards the deck.

A/N Wow that wasn't really that great….well I should hope that the next chapter will be a little bit more exciting and longer!. At least I have properly made my friends happy with me once again for finally updating.