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I OWN NOTHING!

April 11, 1912- Aboard Titanic

"Mother, Father, may I introduce Lady Georgiana Grex. Lady Georgiana, my parents, Mr. George and Mrs. Eleanor Widener."

Georgiana smiled and extended her hand to the older couple, as was expected of her. Inside, however, she was anything but delighted. After the battle with her parents over breakfast, she had returned to her cabins livid. Her father had revealed to her that he had bumped into Mr. and Mrs. Widener while walking to the dining room. Following a short exchange over how well their children seemed to have gotten along the previous night, it had been quickly decided that Lady Georgiana would take luncheon with the Wideners later that day. And to make matters worse, it would be only Georgiana.

After Georgiana had subsequently fumed in her cabin for a few hours, her mother had come in to remind her to change yet again. This declaration had, of course, began an argument over why she should have to change. Eventually, Lady Manton prevailed and Charlotte had been sent in to help Georgiana dress into the outfit of her mother's choice.

Once decorated to her mother's contentment, a very surly and reluctant Georgiana was shepherded out to the grand staircase to met the now infamous Harry Widener and be escorted to tea, and now, here she was.

"It's wonderful to meet you, Lady Georgiana," said George kindly, vigorously shaking her hand.

"We've already heard so much about you," added Eleanor, glancing at her son.

"It's lovely to meet you as well, Mr. and Mrs. Widener. Thank you so much for inviting me to tea," Georgiana lied, all the time avoiding Harry's constant gaze. "I hope you've heard only positive remarks about me."

"What else would you hear from me?" Harry questioned, trying to lock eyes with her.

Mrs. Widener smile grew. "Why of course! Harry seems to be quite enchanted by you, and now I can see why."

"Mother..." Harry muttered, glancing at his shoes.

Warmth spread over Georgiana's cheeks. While it was really from anger for letting herself seem to be charmed by this young and—to her parents—perfect millionaire, the Wideners obviously mistook it for embarrassment. Giving her a knowing look, Eleanor turned to her husband.

"Well, should we proceed to the Palm Court for tea then, George?"

"I think so. Lead the way, my dear," he took her arm and started to walk down the staircase and towards the room. Georgiana took Harry's outstretched arm rather reluctantly and started to descend the stairs, trying to ignore how well her arm seemed to fit into his.

"Have you been to the Veranda and Palm Court yet, Lady Georgiana?" Eleanor asked her as they neared the room.

"No, I haven't had much time to see the ship yet, Mrs. Widener," Georgiana said. She was about to add that it was unnecessary to be proper and call her Lady Georgiana; that just Georgiana or Miss. Grex would be fine, when she decided that she wanted to remain as formal as possibly with the Wideners and not give them any ideas.

"I had tea there yesterday with Mrs. Thayer and Mrs. Ryerson. It is absolutely divine—you'll see why in a moment," she assured.

Dressed in a white dress of lace a silk—one that she hated—Georgiana thought she seemed washed out in comparison with the vibrant colors of the Palm Court. The bright lights, glass windows, potted plants lining the sides of the room, and bouquets perched atop the tables made one feel as if they were outside. Her heels clicked on the white and black checkered floor as the waiter lead them to their wicker table. The room seemed the exude energy and gaiety; quite the opposite of Georgiana's current mood.

The simple act of walking across the room seemed to be of some interest to more than one person in the room. She heard some of her mother's friends wondering what she was doing with that yankee when there were so many eligible British men who would fall at her feet. She caught snatches of a young American woman remarking to her husband that Mr. Harry Widener certainly had a pretty Lady with him. And on the opposite side of the room, Georgiana saw Lady Rothes turned around in her chair, her arms perched on the back, smiling at her. The countess then pivoted back around and resumed her tea with Mrs. Julia Cavendish.

"Why must it cause such a stir to merely sit down to tea with a family that happens to have a single son? It is just absurd."

They sat down—Georgiana and Harry on one side and his parents on the other—at the table and Mr. Widener ordered some tea and biscuits. As she placed her napkin in her lap, the conversation was, as expected, turned back to her.

"So, Georgiana," said George, shifting his gaze towards her. "Harry tells me that you are crossing for a bit of a vacation. What do you plan on doing during your stay?"

The memory of telling Harry the lie about the reason she was travelling to America came back to her with a jolt. She once again reprimanded herself not telling him she was ill, or the truth. And she still didn't know what had stopped her from doing it.

"Well, I—" started Georgiana, quickly moving her eyes from one face to another, not dwelling on anyone's for too long. It was something she did while lying. "The plans were arranged at the last minute, so I'm not quite sure yet. I know for sure I'll be spending a good amount of time in New York. And I might be going to Pennsylvania as well. Who knows. It's not really set in stone at the current time. Harry tells me that Newport is lovely; maybe I'll be able to bask in the sun in Rhode Island for a couple of weeks."

"Ah. Well, it's no surprise that in your short time together Harry was already able to bring up Newport," replied Eleanor, smiling at her son. "He adores it up there. Tell me, Georgiana, do you have any siblings?"

"She has a brother studying at Eton, Owen," Harry blurted out before Georgiana could reply. When everyone stared at him for a moment, he cleared his throat and added, "I think... is that right, Georgiana?"

She looked at him cautiously and answered, "Yes. He's fifteen and the biggest trouble maker you will ever meet!"

"And are we to believe that the sole instigator of mischief at Ridgeton Manor is Owen then, Georgiana? Or have you caused some of your own as well?" Harry asked jokingly.

The question hit her like a slap in the face. And the way he looked at her, an eyebrow cocked, it almost seemed like... he knew. Everything. The protests. The arrest. The real reason she was going to America. But him knowing... it was impossible.

Gaining control of her senses again, Georgiana noticed the members of the table looking at her expectantly. Harry's smile was fading and his eyebrows began to knit together in a look of concern. She realized she must have been white as a sheet.

Composing herself she let a smile grace her lips as she replied, "Do you honestly think that a young girl with an even younger brother that lived in a huge estate in England with free reign over the place would manage to never get into trouble, Mr. Widener?"

Mr. Widener issued a booming laugh.

"She's a fine girl, Harry," he stated. "It's a very rare occurrence to find a lady who's pretty, intelligent, and funny."

Apparently turning white as a sheet was something that Georgiana did quite often.