She knew before she saw him who was waiting for her at the top. She walked slowly and calmly up the stairs, she felt no sense of urgency, no need to rush. As Rose approached Jack, dressed in his finest third class attire he turned to her, a simple smile upon his face greeted her. He offered his hand, as he did that night 84 years ago. She reached out with a hand covered in a fine white glove and he grasped it. It was a sensation she was waiting for decades to feel again.
As they began to embrace on the staircase the room erupted with accepting smiles and a thunderous applause broke out. It was a beautiful scene, third class, first class, crew and second class all together as one. No separations based on gender, wealth or age. They were all equally happy and safe together.
They kissed for what seemed like eternity. Rose had no idea how long it was, put eventually they pulled away, and just stared into each others eyes. The glances of approval, smiles and applause hadn't receded. Rose leaned forward slightly, lightly putting her lips to Jack's ear.
"What is this Jack?" She whispered.
"It's a wedding isn't it? All our friends are here, and can you think of a better place to get married" Jack answered, kissing her again on the cheek.
Rose truly could not. She pressed her head into Jack's chest and felt the warmth and beating of his young heart.
Time passed slowly, it seemed like years had passed, but in reality only minutes had gone by when a young steward blew the traditional call to dinner. What Molly called "the cavalry charge."
Jack pulled away and walked down the stairs backwards, his eyes still on Rose.
"We've been waiting for you." He mouthed, followed by a quick wink as he turned around and went with the crowd into the dining room. A young stewardess approached Rose.