Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 4 of Go That Far. I want to thank those who have left reviews. It really does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying it. I'm trying my best with trying to write each chapter out and making it as good as I can. Hopefully, you guys will enjoy this next part. Without further ado Chapter 4. ENJOY!

Chapter 4

Beatrice and Melinda had stopped into one of the dress shops that were in town and they had bought and paid for a gown for each of them along with all the other items that they were going to need.

Beatrice had bought a bag to put the clothes that they were wearing before into the bag and led Melinda towards her great grandparent's house that was in Southampton.

"Are you sure that they live here?" Asked Melinda, walking closer to her best friend.

"Yes, I am sure. They moved out here in 1900." Beatrice explained to Melinda as they walked up the cobblestone walkway of Beatrice's family house.

"Well, I hope that we can pull this off." Melinda said softly as she gripped Beatrice's arm.

"Well, we will find out shortly." Beatrice said as she knocked on the door.

A man that was in his thirties opened the door. He had blond hair that was cut fairly short and he had the same eyes that Beatrice had. "Beatrice... Amelia?"

Beatrice smiled. "Hello, Raoul."

"I thought you two weren't coming from Paris." He said in shock. "Come on in before you catch your death out here." He said, his accent was fairly harsh still even though they lived in Southampton for a good long while.

Beatrice and Melinda walked into the large house that belonged to Beatrice's great-grandfather.

Melinda was confused about why she was being called Amelia.

"Raoul... did you forget Amelia likes being called Melinda."

Raoul laughed lightly. "I am sorry Melinda... it's just been far too long since I last saw the two of you before the two of you ran off to Paris to work at the Moulin Rouge." He said as he led them into the study. He took a seat in one of the chairs.

Beatrice and Melinda both took seats as well.

"Well, Bea and I thought it would be time to see you. It has been so long and we heard about the Titanic and we couldn't pass it up." Melinda said with a huge smile.

"I was going to ask the two of you to come with me on the Titanic. I was actually going to send a letter out to you today to get you to come along." He said with a smile.

Melinda smiled as well. It was funny seeing how similar Beatrice was to her great-grandfather. And also rather astounding how easy it had been convincing him that she was Beatrice's sister. Melinda giggled slightly as she recalled all the times that they had jokingly said they must have been separated at birth.

"Something funny, Melinda? Or just your unusual sense of humor rearing its head as always?" Raoul asked with a teasing smile.

"Sorry," Melinda giggled slightly again, this time at herself as she worked to keep up the French accent she had adopted. "Just thinking about how wonderful it will be to sail on the Titanic. It's enough to make anyone feel giddy."

"I do agree," Beatrice added. "I'm sure it will be an absolutely thrilling adventure." She grinned as images of Thomas Andrews passed through her mind.

"Well, we still have a month before that adventure begins. Do you have a place to stay in town until then? If not then you absolutely must stay here. Even if you have arranged for a room, I insist you come here instead. It has been so long since we've seen each other; we must use this time to catch up. We are family after all," Raoul said with an air of finality.

Beatrice positively beamed. She had never really gotten to know her great-grandfather, who passed before she was born, only hearing stories from her grandfather and was thrilled at the opportunity. "That would be marvelous, Raoul, thank you for the invitation," she replied.

"Not a problem at all, Beatrice, not a problem at all. Now, why don't we have a nice cup of tea and start catching up straight away?" He called one of the servants over and told them to fetch some tea, and ten minutes later they were all sipping at the steaming hot liquid while Raoul told them of his time in England, and Beatrice fabricated some anecdotes of the time she and Melinda supposedly spent in Paris. It wasn't easy to lie, but Beatrice was able to pull it out of a hat of lies. "So what was it like working at the Moulin Rouge?" He asked curiously.

"Well Melinda really didn't work in the theater part of the Moulin Rouge, but she helped with the costumes." Beatrice said with a smile.

"Ah... Melinda wouldn't be able to handle the dancing." He said with a small wink.

Melinda laughed lightly. She had to guess that Raoul knew what Amelia was actually like. She took the guess that Amelia was accident prone.

The three of them talked a bit longer and Raoul led them to their rooms allowing them to have some time to actually settle down into the life of being in a different place and get out of their gowns that were probably killing them.

He told them that they were riding first class and they were going to have a stateroom to themselves which had two bedrooms in it instead of one. Since he knew that they were close seeing the fact that Amelia and Beatrice were twins.

"I will let the two of you get settled down." Raoul said with a smile. "Have a good night ladies and I will see you in the morning."

Beatrice and Melinda bidded Raoul a good night and went into their rooms. When they were both changed for bed Melinda dropped by Beatrice's room.

"What is it Melinda?" Beatrice asked, looking at her best friend.

"Why did he mistake us for his siblings?" She asked as she sat down on Beatrice's bed.

"Well, I had two great aunts who went to Paris." She said softly. "No one knows what really happened to them. I mean they both worked in the Moulin Rouge." She explained softly. "They went under aliases."

"What aliases? And your family didn't know that?"

Beatrice shook her head. "No, but I figured it out when my grandfather talked about his dad and his aunts. They worked at the Moulin Rouge. I went into their files and found that they had aliases and they would never tell their families if something happened to them. Amelia died from over drinking of Absinth, and Beatrice died of TB." She said softly. "So my great grandfather doesn't know that his sisters are actually dead."

"What order did they die in?"

"Beatrice died first and then Amelia soon followed." She said with a sigh.

"Oh god that's terrible."

"Yes, so we won't have to worry about the real them coming along." Beatrice said as she tucked a strand of her strawberry blond hair behind her ears. "We got a long trip ahead of us, that is for damn sure."

"I just hope we can pull this off."

Beatrice smiled and laughed lightly. "Well, let's just put it this way, let's hope that no accidents happen while we are on the Titanic." She said softly. She was trying to tell Melinda to be as careful as possible when it came to being klutzy.

"Don't worry about me, I'm just as graceful as the next girl," Melinda shrugged it off and began to walk over to the bathroom, tripping over the rug as she went. "Not a word, Bea!"

Beatrice let out a soft laugh shaking her head lightly. She knew not to say a word since Melinda was rather prideful of the whole thing.

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This is the end of Chapter 4. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. It took me a bit to figure out where to take this story, but I have to admit I think that I did fairly well with trying to write this out. Please leave a review and let me know what you guys think. There is quite a bit to go with trying to write this story out. Reviews help me keep going when it comes to writing. I hopefully will update next week with the next part of this story. Until next time.