Sorry, sorry, sorry for the delay! Technically, it's not really my fault though. I've actually had this written for a couple of days. However, my internet has been out and I've only been able to access it via cell phone. (I also might have had a bit of writer's block.) Anyway, this chapter is a wee bit short. It was original going to be combined with the next one, but I decided that that simply wouldn't work.

But ANYWAY. Let's proceed! Thank you to all the people who have reached out to me about the story—through reviewing, Tumblr, or whatever other ways. It means a tremendous amount to me, you have no idea. I actually have a little freak out session when I get a review. So please, let me make a fool of myself again by sending me more reviews!

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS CHAPTER! None of the characters. They all go to ITV.

April 11, 1912- Aboard Titanic

The first-class dining room seemed to have a sleep haze filling it, Georgiana noticed as she entered. Most of the occupants were still rather tired after a long and exciting previous day. They lazily lounged on their wicker chairs sipping on tea, reading the Titanic's very own newspaper, and talking amongst themselves. She could hear snatches of gossip—the fashion of Lady Duff-Gordon and the scandal of New York millionaire Benjamin Guggenheim's French mistress to name some popular topics—from every table. She sighed and quickly prepared herself for the day of boredom ahead of her. Quickly scanning the room, Georgiana was relieved to see that Harry was not present. She wasn't sure she was up to talking to him so soon after the confusion of yesterday's events.

Spotting her parents at a table against the opposite wall, she maneuvered her way through the various tables to sit with them. Lord Manton was busy digging into his biscuits and sausage, while Lady Manton sat still drinking tea, her eyes scanning the room, surveying—and most likely judging—the people eating breakfast; a frequent habit of hers while in public.

Lord Manton smiled at her, dabbing his mouth on a napkin as Georgiana sat down. "Good morning, dear. We wondered where you'd been."

Glancing at her daughter, Lady Manton murmured, "beautiful dress, darling. The green really goes splendidly with your eyes," before collapsing back into silence.

To Georgiana, something wasn't quite right. For the first time since she began to be involved in the Suffragette marches, her parents seemed—well, calm and relaxed; in a territory that they were comfortable playing. The territory of the Earl and Countess of Manton and their seemingly charming daughter, Lady Georgiana Grex, whom they were escorting to America in order to set up an ideal marriage. She immediately wished she had forced Charlotte to put on the kimono dress to show them that all was not as it seemed.

Darting her eyes between her parents, Georgiana decided to lull them into a false sense of security by playing the role of charming daughter for the moment. She carefully said, as nonchalantly as she could, "oh, I woke up a bit late, since we had such a busy day yesterday. And Charlotte and I had a bit of trouble deciding what to wear. Anyways, I'm here now, and absolutely famished." She grabbed a biscuit and began buttering it.

"Understandable, of course," her father replied, patting her hand. Quickly looking at his wife and then back at his daughter, he went on, "It was a long and energy draining day yesterday. We were up so early to catch the train to London and then onto Southampton. Boarding and settling in is always strenuous, as well. And then you were up so late waltzing the night away with Mr. Widener."

Georgiana's knife clattered to the plate. Her father's observance had caught her completely off guard. Looking back, however, she should have realized that was the source of her parents' happiness. To anyone on the outside, her conversations and dance with Harry Widener had looked like flirtations; the beginnings of a perfect, well thought out match. Her parents were of course, delighted. This had been exactly what they wanted: a wealthy young man who was perfect in the eyes of society—with the only potential problem being his nationality. Georgiana's cheeks flushed. Not from embarrassment—as her father clearly thought it was—but from anger.

"I'm not sure what planet you were on last night, Papa," she said through gritted teeth while looking at her plate. "But on this one, Lady Georgiana Grex was asked to dance just once by Mr. Harry Widener and agreed out of courtesy." This was half a lie; she really didn't know why she had agreed to waltz with him. Moreover, she didn't know why she had spent the majority of her evening with him.

Lord Manton looked to be momentarily taken aback by her outburst, but gained his composure in the blink of an eye and shot back, "well, my dear, that's certainly not what it looked like. I can assure you, as well, that we were both on planet earth. And I know I'm not the only one who thought that you two were enjoying each other's company. Mr. Ismay, for example, remarked that you looked like you had met your match."

At this, Georgiana was shocked. Dread filled her. Had she and Harry really looked like a couple last night? Had it seemed like all she prided herself in being—rebellious, defiant to her parent's wishes, and a match for no man—unraveled over the course of one waltz? Whatever it had seemed like last night, Georgiana was determined to never let her reputation take a blow in this way again.

"Well then, you and Mr. Ismay were mistaken then. Because it was merely a dance. I wonder if you've ever seen me dance with a young man of fine breeding before, Papa. Surely you attended all those pointless, money wasting balls in London during the season." she replied sarcastically before taking a sip of her tea. "At any rate," she added. "I'll make sure that I never spend time with Mr. Harry Widener again, to prevent anyone from getting a false impression."

This last bit was a promise Georgiana had in that instant made to herself. At this point, she wanted absolutely nothing to do with Harry Widener. Even though he was nice, intelligent, and his light touches against her hands made her feel slightly strange, if she was going to live up to her vow, she needed to stay away from him. Georgiana daintily placed her teacup back down and smiled triumphantly as Lord Manton opened his mouth to speak—

And was cut off by her mother. Who, for the second time that morning awoke from her world of judging people's outfits, hairstyles, and life stories and said, "that's really out of the question, darling. You see, you're going to be attending luncheon with the Wideners this afternoon."

Once again, Georgiana's cutlery slipped from her hand as her mouth dropped open.

Ohh... a cliff hanger! Well, you'll just have to wait and see how the lunch goes! ;)