The First-Class Reception was located on D deck, preceded by the First-Class Dining Saloon, right at the foot of the forward Grand Staircase and encompassing the entire width of the ship. The Reception area was the first impression of the Titanic for many passengers entering through the two semi-enclosed entry vestibules on either side of the staircase. Around the corner from the Reception Room, forward of the staircase, was the set of three First-Class elevators which ran the length of the stairwell.

"Hello! Welcome aboard." an officer checked their ticket and helped Elaine and Estella onboard.

Elaine forced a smile and nodded as thanks, while Estella verbally thanked him maintaining the conversation. She slowly walked looking around, admiring the inside of the ship. She thought it was so fancy, it doesn't even give you a feeling like you're on a ship. The interior was so rich and lavish. Separate corridors led off of the vestibules to the First-Class staterooms in the forward part of D-Deck.

Elaine found herself drawn to admire the staircase. Each level was constructed in solid English oak with sweeping curves and surrounding spaces paneled in the sleek neoclassical William and Mary style. The balustrades displayed distinctive wrought iron grilles with ormolu swags in the style of Louis XIV. An ornate candelabra rested on the middle railing at the base of the staircase, the light oak color of which contrasted warmly with the white-painted Reception Room.

"Let me escort you to your room, miss." a steward offered his help, waking her from her daydream. She smiled, nodding in agreement and followed him.

He led her to the elevator and they took a ride up to the B deck where the two Deluxe Parlour Suites were located, also called Promenade Suites because they each contained a private promenade deck.

"Here you are." he opened the door and let Elaine walk in. "Is there anything else I can do for you, miss?"

Elaine looked around the room. There was a medium size mahogany bed in the corner with a small night stand table beside it. Right at the foot of the bed was a walnut wood vanity table. In the center of the room was a coffee table with plush chairs on each side of it.

"No, that would be all." she turned to face him. "Thank you."

"Your stuff will be arriving shortly." he said before leaving.

Elaine nodded her head, not caring that much. She put the purse she was carrying as well as her hat onto the table.

"It is so not fair!" Estella protested behind her.

"What is it, sister?" she asked, taking off her gloves.

"Your room is so much nicer. And bigger. I am the bride here!"

"Don't people in love say that anywhere is nice as long as they're together?" Elaine furrowed her eyebrows, smirking amusingly.

"Oh, well, yes…" Estella said, displeased that her sister made a good point. "At least I'm not sharing my room with mom and dad." she said in response, walking out.

"What?!" Elaine shouted after her. "Estella, wait!" she quickly grabbed her hat and went after her.

"It's the parlour suite, Elaine. It has two bedrooms. Edward, Philip and I are on the port side." Estella said once her younger sister caught up with her.

"Now that is not fair! Shouldn't you spend time with mom and dad, see the married life?" Elaine joked.

"Oh, please, we've seen plenty of that. And besides, isn't that gross, what you're suggesting?" Estella made a disgusted face.

After giving it some thought, Elaine said "Yes, I'm sorry. I won't be joking about it anymore."

"Apology accepted. Care to go for a walk with me?" Estella asked once they reached the stairs that were leading up to the boat deck.

"Well, of course." Elaine smiled widely.

Once they were on the deck, a strong wind hit them.

"Oh my, when did it become so windy?" Estella said, holding onto her hat.

"Didn't you want to go for walks with Edward? It's so romantic!" Elaine chuckled and imitated her sister.

"Yes, but in the sunset. That is romantic." Estella looked at the distance, probably imagining the scene.

"You're hopeless." Elaine waved her off.

"Enough about me. What do you make of this?" they stopped at the railing and looked around.

"Eh, it's nice. Can't complain yet." Elaine laughed and looked at something behind her sister.

"Impossible!" her sister shouted looking surprisingly at her.

"Give me a few more minutes, I'm sure I'll find something." Elaine glanced at her sister just to give her an answer, but quickly looked behind her again.

"Alright, what are you staring at?" Estella asked, annoyed.

"Come, walk with me." Elaine moved away from the railing, almost hitting Estella with her shoulder, and started walking down the deck again.

"Elaine," her big sister called suspiciously after her. "What are you after?" she asked when she finally caught up with her.

Suddenly, Elaine lowered her hand, letting go of the hat she was holding because of the breeze. It didn't take much for another strong gust of wind blow to blow off Elaine's hat.

"Oh, my God, Elaine, your hat!" Estella screamed like it was the end of the world.

Elaine wanted to roll her eyes, but was too busy following the situation she purposely caused with her hungry eyes. The hat was dancing in the wind, threatening to fly away overboard, but just as she was hoping for, it didn't. Instead, it flew in the direction of where the group of officers were standing and it lightly hit one of them before falling on the ground. Elaine breathed heavily in and out more than satisfied and hurried towards them.

The officer turned around to look what happened. He believed that someone tapped him on the shoulder, and was surprised when he saw no one behind him, but a hat down his feet. He bent down to pick it up, looking for a lady who seemed to lose it once he straightened up. Right in that moment, Elaine approached him.

"I believe this is yours, miss?" he handed it to her.

"Oh, my God, yes, thank you." she took her time fixing it back on her head. "It's pretty windy out today, I should've been more careful. You're a life saver."

"Always happy to help a lady in trouble." he smiled.

Elaine laughed. "It would be a shame, really, if it went overboard. It is new, I never wore it before. Saved it for this special occasion." she smiled, although it was a white lie. Right now, she was regretting not making a better effort to dress herself.

"Well then I would have to make a jump for it, wouldn't I?" he smirked, looking daringly into her eyes.

Before she could answer her sister roughly grabbed her arm.

"Are you out of your mind?!" she screamed almost into her ear.

Elaine winced back from the sudden reaction from her sister, but before she could say anything, another officer got in the picture.

"Ah, miss Badour, we meet again." he smiled expectantly at her.

"Again?" now it was Elaine's turn to look at her sister. "Care to introduce me to your officer friends?" she raised her eyebrows.

Estella let go off her sister's arm, feeling slightly uncomfortable being put in the spotlight.

"This is officer Charles Lightoller. You should remember him, he helped us board. And this young man, I don't know." she looked at the other officer.

"Oh, allow me to introduce myself. Fifth Officer Harold Lowe at your service, miss…" he offered his hand to Elaine.

"Elaine Badour." she chuckled, extending her arm for him to take.

"Pleasure to meet you, miss Badour." he kissed her hand, not leaving her eyes for a single moment.

She cleared her throat, uncomfortable now that her sister was there, watching.

"And this is my sister, Estella. But some of you already know that." she said the last sentence under her breath.

"Please, keep your comments to yourself." Estella hissed for only Elaine to hear before introducing herself to Harold. "Well now, we should get going. Don't want to keep you from your duties." she chuckled before tugging Elaine after her.

"Good day, ladies!" Lightoller said before they were out of sight.

Harold was leaning on the railing, looking longingly after the sisters, when Lightoller turned to face him again.

"Don't even think about it." he warned.

"What?" Harold was confused.

"Oh, please, you were all over her." Charles fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"I wasn't intending to—"

"No, I know that look. Stay away from her." he warned once again.

"Like you're any better. You're already all friendly with her sister." it was Harold's turn now.

"She is engaged, I was just being polite." the other officer stated.

"And how come I wasn't just being polite?" Harold took offense.

"Because I know you. Listen, I am tired of covering for your little flings. You know the policy, might as well comply by it, for once. This is important, it might cost us everything. Be careful, eh? You are just a fifth officer." Lightoller patted him on the shoulder before walking away.

Harold stood there alone for a couple moments, thinking about what Charles told him. It wasn't like he was going to fall in love with her. One tiny adventure won't hurt anyone.

Or so he thought.