-Disclaimer: Same as usual: I still don't own anything but the DVD

April 11, 1912: I had woken up far too early (as I had though), and it was unintentional. I could have slept at least another half-hour, if not and hour at the least, if someone hadn't opened up those curtains. Rosalie.

"Rosalie?"

"Yes, Madeleine?"

"Could you please wait until I'm at least half-awake to open the curtains?"

"I-I didn't open them. I really don't know who did. I'm-I'm sorry", Rosalie stuttered.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. Really, I am."

"It's not your fault. People always expect people like us to do things like that."

"What do you mean, 'people like you'?"

"The working class. Born and raised."

"I don't usually think that."

"I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. I'm not like them. I'm not going to try." As if you really had to try to be like that. All you do is walk around and think that you're better than everyone in your presence.

"Thank you. Now I think that since you're up, you should get dressed, don't you? I was thinking maybe your pink dress?"

"Yes, thank you."

A good half-hour later, I was dressed, and my husband and I walked down to breakfast, which was to be held in the First Class Dining Saloon, on D Deck. Obviously, I knew that people were going to gossip, so I just ignored it, and pretty much everything around me, until I felt that there was someone behind me.

"Maddie?"

"Camelia? How are you? I haven't seen you in ages."

"I know. Tell me about it. Oh, and you're sitting by us at breakfast."

"That would be nice. Finally, someone besides Molly Brown who isn't ashamed to sit by me", I said, half-smiling.

"Maddie. Tell me why I would ever think that. From what I can remember, I'm probably your best friend."

"Yes, you're right."

"I usually am", she said mocking some of the rich and arrogant.

"Can we please sit down yet?"

"Yes, let's sit."

We had sat back down at the table, and found that Lilliannette Benson (Camelia's 17 year old, younger sister) was tracing a pattern of something with the tines of her fork in her syrup.

"So, Lil, what are you doing?" Camelia had asked her.

"What? I'm not doing anything", she replied defensively.

"Girls. Please do not argue at breakfast", their mother, Suzanne had told them nicely, yet firmly.

"Yes, Mother", both girls replied sweetly, yet each shooting a glare at each other.

"Lily?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"Have you been enjoying your trip so far?"

"Oh yes. It's amazing. The people are so nice and friendly, and it's just lovely."

"Oh. So you have met some new companions?"

"I guess you could call it that."

"Oh, that's nice."

After breakfast, we went back to the stateroom to dress again, for lunch, and daytime activities. This time I had chosen to wear lavender (though I know that Mrs. DeWitt-Bukater, Rose's mother detests the color, and won't let her daughter wear it).

John and I decided to go for a short walk before lunch, and walk Kitty around too. I had told John that I would just walk around for a little bit, by myself, and he said that it would be fine. I was about to go down to the First ClassPromenade Deck, when a young ship's officer had stopped me.

"Excuse me, ma'am?"

"Yes?" What could he possibly want?

"Have you seen a young woman by the name of Lily Benson? She's about sixteen or seventeen, I'm guessing. I never did have the chance to ask her how old she was."

"I have actually. I had last seen her on the Boat Deck. And by the way, what is your name?"

"James Moody. Titanic's Sixth Officer. And you are?"

"Madeleine Astor."

"The Madeleine Astor?"

"Small world, isn't it?"

"Yes. It is. Thank you, Mrs. Astor."

Ignoring the publicity and insults, I had made my way around the Promenade, and I was about to go up to the Boat Deck, when I saw my husband coming down the stairs to the Promenade, carrying something under his arm.

"Maddie, I have something that you may like", he said smiling.

"Really? Is it for me?"

"Yes, I thought of you when I purchased it", he said, before pulling out an intricate lace shawl.

"It's exquisite, John. Thank you so much", I said, before kissing him.

"I knew you'd like it, dear."

"One major question though, darling", I said looking up at him.

"And what would that have to be?"

"How much did this exactly cost?" I asked, not wanting to upset him.

"Not much, actually. Just 825 American dollars", he said casually. Oh wow. That's a lot of money.

"Oh. Thank you, John."

"Shall we go have some lunch, now?"

"Yes. That would be nice."

At lunch, we sat by Camelia and her traveling group, and some other affluent people, and I could have sworn that Lily couldn't care less about lunch, for she kept a glazed look on her face, as she kept staring at the clock on the wall.

"Lily!"

"Hm? Oh, sorry, Mother. What was it that you wanted?"

"I was going to ask you what your opinions were on a young man by the name of Edward Anderson."

"Oh. What about him?"

"You are seventeen. I have kept in touch with his parents over the new wireless system, and we had thought it would be a good and smart match with him", her mother said smiling.

"So, you're saying you want an arranged marriage?'

"Well, yes. Not now, though, maybe in about a few months."

"Let me think it over. No thank you. I want to fall in love, not have it forced upon me."

"Lily, please. It would be a good decision."

"You mean good for you. Some days I cannot even stand this."

"Lily, calm down. Now."

"You're telling me to be calm, when you're shoving the idea of an arranged marriage down my throat. How can I possibly be calm? That is not fair!"

"Life isn't fair, Lily."

"I hate this. I hate my life. It's official."

"Miss Benson. Mind your manners", Mr. Ismay scolded.

"Oh shut up. Good day."

Lily had walked out of the room, with her head held high, and a fake plastered smile on.

"I am so sorry. I didn't think this would be much of a big deal to her."

"That's right. You didn't think, Mother", Camelia retorted.

"Camelia Joanne!"

"I'm sorry Mother, but that's my opinion. I have to go find her before she throws herself off the ship."

"She wouldn't do something so foolish."

"She's unpredictable. You don't know what to expect from her."

"Alright dear. Go find your sister."

The rest of lunch was nothing out of the ordinary, except for when Mr. Ismay thought Dr. Sigmund Freud was a passenger, and Rose got up and left.

After lunch I went to tea, with Camelia, and we sat down at a little table, and we continued to chat, until Mrs. Widener and Charlotte Cardeza came over to us. Oh great.

"So, girls, how are you?" Mrs. Widener asked, emphasizing the word 'girls'.

"We're doing fine, thank you", Camelia said.

"So, 'Maddie', we saw what happened earlier", Charlotte said.

"Oh did you, now? Are you going to blackmail me with it, perhaps?" I asked.

"No, we just think that public displays of affection are very uncouth", Mrs. Widener said.

"I am sorry if I actually love my husband. You should try opening up towards yours", I shot back.

"I'll have you know that we have been married for twenty-nine years. Which is coincidentally the age difference between you and your husband", Mrs. Widener said.

"I don't care. I think that if you love someone enough age shouldn't matter, right, Camelia?" I said smiling.

"Yes. She is right, as a matter-of-fact, Eleanor."

"You two are eighteen. You can't possibly tell me you know what love is yet."

"I think I can, actually", I said.

"Well, before you turn into an even bigger scandal than you already are, just remember that love does not overpower wealth." Eleanor said, icily.

"I cannot believe my mother is a friend of yours", Camelia said glaring at her.

"Your mother is a prime example of high society, Camelia. Good name, status, and husband. Your father is one of the biggest captains of industry in this modern world, next to J.J. Astor, who may lose his place if he makes another false move."

"I will not just sit here and let you insult my husband or me", I said snobbily.

"And I don't like it when people insult my best friend either. Maddie, let's go", Camelia said.

"Good bye. And say hello to your mother from me, Camelia." Mrs. Widener said.

We walked back to our staterooms to dress for dinner, since we were sitting at the captain's table tonight. I wore a very pretty black dress, and John wore a black dinner jacket with pants, and white tie.

"Madeleine, you look amazing", John had told me before we walked out of the room for dinner.

"Thank you, John. You look very handsome yourself, right now."

"Thank you, dear."

We sat at the captain's table, which could seat 18 people, with Camelia and her traveling group, Captain Smith, Officers Wilde, Murdoch, and Moody (whom Lily was paying her undivided attention to, and sitting next to), and Thomas Andrews, and Mr. Ismay. After dinner, the men and the captain retreated to the Smoking Room, while the officers (except Moody, who kindly volunteered to escort Lily back to her room) went back up to the bridge, and the women back to their staterooms.

When I had returned to my stateroom, I went and took a bath, and washed my hair. Rosalie helped me into a white and mint green nightgown, and she tied my hair back with a mint green colored ribbon. I was very tired so I told her good night, and that I would see her in the morning. I was halfway into the book I read, called Futility, by Morgan Robertson, which was about a large ocean liner called the Titan, which is 800 feet long, and sails in the North Atlantic, in the middle of April, and strikes an iceberg. Since the ship doesn't have enough lifeboats, half of the 2,000-something passengers die. It's a little creepy, but I like it. John walked in about five minutes later, and he said he needed to talk to me now.

"Yes, John?"

"Madeleine, I do not mean to accuse you of anything in particular, but I have been wondering this. Do you truly love me, or is it just for the name and the money it holds?"

"Oh thank you. You marry me, and not even a year later, you're thinking that it doesn't mean anything to me?"

"Not exactly dear, I was just wondering."

"Well you know what, John Jacob Astor? I love you. It isn't much more than that. I don't care about being the world's wealthiest person. I don't."

"Really? You truly mean that?"

"Yes. I am not a liar, no matter what you or your cigar-smoking companions may think. And what I'm thinking right now is that I really don't want to tell our child that his or her parents don't get along well. That's about all I have to say. So, good night. And I love you. And if you don't share my opinion, it's your loss. I'm going to sleep in the other room."

"Madeleine, please."

"I'll think about it."

"Good night, dear. I do love you. And I'm sorry if I made you upset."

I turned and walked into the sitting room, found a pillow, and blanket, and curled up on the chaise lounge. I really hope tomorrow's a better day. For everyone. I know most married couples have fought before, even my parents, but then the next day is all better. I hope it turns out that way for us. I'll pray for it.