Guess what! It's finally the last chapter from day one! Woohoo! It took a while... After this, well, it's going to get interesting. Because there's this huge gap in the series where nothing happens, from April 11-13. So I'm going to have to make up some stuff to happen in between. Be prepared!

Thanks to everyone who's supported the story, and please review! It really does help a writer.

Once again, none of this belongs to me!

April 10, 1912- Aboard Titanic

The plates had cleared. Napkins had been placed on the table. Chairs could be heard scraping against the floor as they were drawn back. Dinner was over.

"Finally," thought Georgiana.

It had been a disaster. She just hadn't been able to stop talking to Mr. Harry Widener, no matter how hard she tried, and she was certain her parents had taken notice. For some reason, every time she tried to engage herself in conversation with someone else at the table, she had been drawn back to him and his deep, steady voice.

And she had no idea why.

Getting up from the table, she tried to escape from him as fast as she could, walking over to her parents who were talking to the Astors.

"Yes, of course. Well, I guess we'll have to see how it plays out in New York. Good night, Mr. Astor, Mrs. Astor," Lord Manton could be heard saying.

"What was that about?" Georgiana questioned as she drew up beside her mother, who was glaring in Miss. Gibson's direction.

Patting her shoulder, he replied, "Nothing to concern you with, Georgiana. Just some real estate up in Newport that I'm interested in."

Hearing about Newport immediately made her think of Harry. He had talked about how lovely it was. Georgiana scolded herself for thinking of him.

The family began walking towards the first-class lounge. Snatches of a waltz could be heard drifting through the doors. Georgiana closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath and listening. Music was probably the only thing about her social status she absolutely adored.

"Oh? And why are you inquiring after a piece of land in Newport?" she asked.

Her father hesitate for a moment, glancing at Lady Manton, who gave a quick shake of her head. He responded, "Nothing to concern you with at the moment, my dear."

Georgiana was perplexed, and knew that it couldn't be good. However, she was distracted by the first class lounge, which they had arrived at. Clasping her arm behind her back and smiling a rare, genuine smile, she entered the room.

To Georgiana, it was gorgeous. The first class lounge looked very similar to the reception room, but a bit cozier. Dim electrical lamps hung on pillars around the room, basking the room in a soft glow. The effect was perfected by the flurry of movement on all sides of the room. Men sat at tables, playing games of cards. People stood in small groups, talking amongst themselves. The band stood at one wall of the room, finishing off a waltz as couples danced in a whirl of colors in the center of the lounge.

As the piece was finished and the lead violinist's bow bounced of the string, Georgiana approached the man. Turning to her, he asked kindly, "Is there anything you'd like to hear, Miss?"

There was so much she wanted to hear. The names of Strauss waltzes and Suppe marches bounced through her brain. But Georgiana quickly decided on her favorite; one that encompassed her current feelings.

"Do you know Autumn by Archibald Joyce?"

Tipping his head, the violinist assured, "We know all the waltzes, miss." Nodding to the rest of his band, they began to play.

The melancholy yet beautiful piece began to play. For a moment, Georgiana merely basked in the sound of it. Then she turned around, preparing herself for another tedious conversation with her parents.

And there he was. "Damn," thought Georgiana.

Harry Widener was the perfect picture of propriety. He nodded to her father. She observed how perfect his dinner jacket was, his golden waistcoat and tie; everything was perfect. She never despised him more than at that very moment.

Extending an arm to her, he asked the question she had been asked countless times beforehand at various balls and other social events. "May I have the pleasure?"

She should have known he would do this. She could see the victory in her parents eyes.

Georgiana paused a moment, not quite knowing how to reply. On one hand, she didn't want to let her parents feeling of achievement, in whatever small way they would get it from this. On the other hand, a small part of her yearned to dance with him...

"You don't know it will be a pleasure," she eventually snapped back.

Suave as ever, he said, arm still outstretched, "I'll take my chances."

She wasn't sure what made her do it, but somehow, Georgiana found herself placing her hand in Harry Widener's, accepting the invitation. His hand was cool and smooth under her touch, and for some reason, it sent both shivers and jolts up her arm.

She passed her parents as they made their way onto the dancefloor, seeing a smug little smile on her father's face. But before she could react to that, Harry had spun her around and into a waltz.

She placed her other arm on his shoulder while his went to her back. Once again, she felt both shivers and jolts radiating out from where he touched her. For some inexplicable reason, it made her smile and lock eyes with him.

Confused by all these strange feelings, Georgiana diverted her eyes from his. She could still feel his eyes burning into her. Gazing beyond his shoulder, she remarked, "I can't think why I'm doing this. I despise this sort of thing."

Shifting positions in their waltz, she decided it was safe to once again look into his eyes. Seeing those brown orbs made her smile.

"That sounds interesting," Harry said with a goofy smile. She once again diverted her eyes. She couldn't let him think that she was at all interested in him. Because Lady Georgiana Grex definitely was not.

She turned back to face him as the dance continued. As calmly as she could, she said, "Please don't flirt with me, Mr. Widener. You'll only regret it."

Harry's hand momentarily gripped hers tightly and his smile faded. However, he recovered almost instantaneously.

As she was spun away from him, he asked, "Why?"

"Because," Georgiana began as she was spun back into his arms. Looking into his eyes made it hard to finish what she was saying for reasons unknown to her. "I'm not your type at all and..." She wasn't sure how to continue. "You're certainly not mine." She finished.

"Hmm..." he shot back, not missing a beat. "Who is?"

Who was? Georgiana didn't even quite know herself, letting the music and rustling of skirts fill her ears as she pondered the question. She was always so tied up in her own affairs—mostly annoying her parents—that she never really gave much thought to the opposite sex, even though it was what was expected of a lady her age. Maybe that was the reason she never gave it much thought.

Making up her mind, she replied, "Oh, writers and rebels angry at their fellow man's injustices."

As he turned between their linked hands, he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Oh, can't a book collector hate injustice too?"

She grinned. This she knew how to answer. In fact, if you asked her why she couldn't have any sort of relationship with Mr. Widener, the answer would be very much the same. "Not when he's heir to the largest fortune in Philadelphia."

To Georgiana's surprise, Harry snorted, saying, "It's hard to be lectured on equality by the daughter of an English Earl."

He was clever, Georgiana decided as they waltzed away. One of the very few people on the planet who could match her wit and snide remarks. Usually, men would give up in these instances and go off to find some girl who was ready to be swept off her feet with no argument. No one wanted to waste their time on someone who wasn't automatically interested in their wealth and status.

No one except Harry.

Georgiana wanted to say something. Her thoughts spilled out of her mouth. "Are you attempting to have a battle of the wits with me, Mr. Widener?" she questioned. Seeing his raised eyebrows, she continued, "Usually men give up after I give one hint of a challenge."

"Harry." He immediately blurted out. Then he composed himself. "Please, call me Harry. It sounds like you're talking to my father when I hear Mr. Widener." He spun her around again. "And those men must not be as captivated by you as I am, to give up that easily. You are an exceptional woman, Lady Georgiana."

She felt her cheeks redden in a combination of his words and the way he was gazing at her. No one had ever compliment her in such a way. They had moved to waltz near her parents at that point. She was reminded of the fact that she couldn't give them any satisfaction. Even showing gratitude for Harry's flattery would be the first step towards her defeat.

"You barely know me, how could you know so much about me? I assure you, I haven't tried to be captivating."

The waltz was coming to an end; the last few bars being played. Harry spined her around one final time and whispered, "You don't have to try."

The final notes and his words hung in the air as the waltz ended.