Hello darling readers of my fanfic! We've finally got there—crossed the Rubicon—into APRIL 11th! Unfortunately, this chapter doesn't have too much action. About half of it is a flashback and the other half Georgiana just trying to get back at her parents again. But I'll try to have the next chappie up tomorrow!

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Alright. Anyway. Once again, I own NOTHING. People much more awesome than me own the majority of these characters. WITH THE EXCEPTION OF CHARLOTTE—who you're about to meet!

April 11, 1912- Aboard Titanic

Sunlight streamed through the porthole window onto the bed as Lady Georgiana Grex began to stir awake. Opening her eyes, she didn't recognize her surroundings and sat bolt upright. Then a rush of memories came flooding back to her: The Titanic. The reception room. The captain. The dining room. The grandness of it all. The band. The ostentatious upper crust passengers that she would not only have to deal with on the ship, but most likely for the rest of her life. A pair of brown eyes.

She groaned and slumped back into the pillows, replaying the previous night's events in her head. Rubbing her eyes, her mind brought her back to the moments after the waltz with Harry:

The band suddenly struck up a lively rag. Harry and Georgiana changed their dance steps accordingly as he let out a chuckle.

"What's funny?" she asked, as she was whipped away from him and then brought back.

"Nothing," he replied. "It's just slightly ironic how you English are already so accustomed to our American music."

Georgiana rolled her eyes at him as the dance continued. She then noticed a tall, blond boy who looked to be around the age of 18 tapping on Harry's shoulder.

"May I cut in ?" he questioned in an American accent, glancing at Georgiana.

Harry just continued the dance, looking at Georgiana and back at the new American before shooting back, "I don't believe it's an English custom."

Georgiana smiled, looking away from the two men. It was ludicrous; how in England men ran away from her when she opened her mouth and here—on a ship in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean—men fought over dancing with her.

"But we're good, old American boys!" the newcomer retorted. Once again, Georgiana smiled. There was nothing 'old' about America.

Harry looked at her, leaving the choice of her dance partner up to her. Georgiana was relieved that she would temporarily get away from Mr. Harry Widener with his smooth talk and touches that made her feel strange things. "It's all right," she said.

She wiped the traces of perspiration off her brow as Harry stepped away from her, a sad smile on his lips. Georgiana felt a small pang of guilt hit her as he walked back to his parents. However she quickly stifled the feeling.

"I'm Jack Thayer," the boy said as they started to dance. She knew that the Thayers were another one of those Philadelphian railroad families.

"How do you do?" Georgiana said politely.

The two of them started to move through the quicker steps of the rag. Georgiana felt freer dancing with Jack than she did with Harry. The waltz had had a palpable feeling of tension between the two of them that she couldn't quite name. With Jack, she felt nothing, except for a touch of fatigue.

"So," Jack began. "Do you know this dance? Or isn't it an English custom either?"

Georgiana grinned as she was spun away and then hopped back into place. "You'd be surprised."

The couple danced and talked of mindless things as the dance continued. Seeing her mother's astounded expression as she hopped and spun around the lounge made it all the sweeter. But from the other side of the room, Georgiana could see the eyes of Harry Widener following her.

As the rag came to an end, Jack Thayer shook her hand and said, "It's been a pleasure dancing with you tonight, Lady Georgiana. I better go so other men hoping to steal you away won't be after me!" And he dashed into the crowd of dancing couples.

Georgiana smiled and began to meander to the sidelines as the band began to play Barcarolle by Offenbach. Tired, she leaned against a pillar and watched the twirl of dancers in front of her, nodding her head in time with the music.

"Jack Thayer has always been flighty, ever since he was a boy. Which, technically, he still is."

Georgiana drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes as she heard the voice from her right side. She didn't know how much longer she could deal with Harry Widener tonight.

"Oh, he's a not too bad," Georgiana commented, not looking at him. "Albeit, quite vivacious."

"Well, since he so rudely—" Georgiana gave him a stern look, "cut in, would you like to finish our dance?"

He held out his hand, waiting for her to accept. Georgiana was about to agree to it when she saw her parents looking at her from across the room. She couldn't let them feel like they were winning.

She snatched her hand back and placed both behind her back before replying, "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to turn this one down. It's been a long day and I'm dreadfully tired."
Harry looked disappointed as he drew his hand away. He quickly concealed it with a smile. "Well, can I walk you to your cabin?"

"No!" Georgiana exclaimed, much more forceful and angry than she had wanted it to sound. Harry took a step back, crinkling his eyebrows and looking hurt. "I mean, there's no need. I can find my way back quite alright and I wouldn't want you to go out of your way when you obviously would like to continue dancing.

"Good night, Mr. Widener," she finished, not looking into his face. She turned around and as quickly as she could, departed the lounge and dashed up the grand staircase to her rooms.

Georgiana was wrenched out of her memories by the sound of a knock at the door. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she called, "Who is it?"

"Just me, M'Lady," a feminine voice responded. For the second time that morning, Georgiana groaned. It was Charlotte, the maid her mother had insisted accompany her across the Atlantic. Georgiana didn't need a maid to help her get dressed for a couple days, and she had told her mother that. However, Lady Manton had been adamant on it. She assumed that it was another way of her mother's of making sure that Georgiana was under lock and key the entire duration of the crossing. As though she could get up to any mischief while dressing herself in the morning. But Georgiana also suspected that there might be another, vain reason behind it: the more servants you travelled with, the more affluent you appeared.

Sitting up in bed, she answered, "yes, come in."

The door swung open to reveal Charlotte, a rather short girl of around 19. Her vast amount of red curls—piled high on her head in a bun—and large, almost cat like, sky blue eyes were a stark contrast to her plain black dress. To Georgiana, she always looked slightly exotic; as if she was trapped in that black dress. She scurried over to the bedside, a teacup in her hand.

"I thought you might like a cup of tea, M'lady," she said before moving towards the wardrobe. "Lady Manton wants you to join her and Lord Manton for breakfast at ten."

Georgiana sighed, taking a sip of her tea. "What time is it now?"

"Quarter past nine, M'lady," Charlotte answered as she dug through the wardrobe. She had a habit of saying M'lady constantly—something Georgiana found both comical and annoying.

Georgiana lifted herself out of bed, gingerly placing her feet on the floor and wrapping her robe around her. Moving towards the wardrobe, she gestured that Charlotte move, while saying, "let's see what we have in here."

In the very back of the wardrobe—as though it had be hidden there—she found what she was looking for. "How about this?" She said, while withdrawing a red, kimono style dress made of silk with long flowing sleeves and a loose belt across the waist. It had been something she had bought while in Paris, and her mother nearly fainted every time she wore it. Georgiana herself wasn't quite sure how she had managed to sneak it into her trunk. "Oh, and a beaded headband."

Charlotte looked like she was about to fall apart. Her eyes were wide with her mouth hanging open slightly. She grappled for words for a moment before managing to say, "I— Well—Your mother—wouldn't approve, Lady Georgiana. Let's save it for while you're in America."

"Oh, but Lottie," Georgiana whined. Charlotte looked nervously at the ground while blushing, as she always did when her lady called her by the nickname. "It would be perfect for eating breakfast in the Palm Room. Light and airy, just like it!" Honestly, she couldn't care less how she looked. Georgiana only cared to give her parents some other form of distress.

"I don't think your mother would agree, M'lady. You wore it once before and it didn't go well for you, if you remember." Charlotte, now obviously quite distressed and diverting her eyes from Georgiana's pleading eyes, fumbled in the wardrobe and extracted the first dress her hands landed on. "What about this one for today, M'lady? And you can ask your mother about the other dress for another time."

It was a soft green dress, with sleeves that went just past her elbows and had lace ruffles at the end. There was silk at the neckline, meeting at V below her collar. After a belt of dark green at her waist, the rest of the dress gently fell in soft green to her ankles. It was something completely acceptable to wear to breakfast. Something her mother would love. Something Georgiana hated. She leaned against the wardrobe, knowing she would never win this battle. She would have to find another way to annoy her parents today. She forced a smile onto her face and nodded, "Alright then, Charlotte."

Charlotte beamed in relief and started to dress and do the hair of the very bored Georgiana. Her thoughts kept drifting all over the place, from her short time in prison to the previous night. While Charlotte laced up her corset, she decided that tonight, there would be no dancing. Also, that today, she would try her very best to avoid the brown orbs of Harry Widener.

"There you go, M'lady. All ready for breakfast." Charlotte's words brought Georgiana out of her reverie. She smiled kindly at the girl and grabbed her matching hat—large enough to hide her face with various flowers and such practically spilling out from it—thrusting it onto her head as she walked towards the door to the hallway.

"Well then," she said, mostly to herself. "I suppose it's time to face society again."

She turned the handle, opened the door, and walked out into the tedious world of frivolity.

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