Rose looked up at Jack and smiled briefly.
"Oh I'm sorry for bumping into you," Rose said modestly. "Its my clumsiness."
Jack scoffed and smiled.
"Sure, its fine, you're the girl from the party the other night—Rose right?" Jack asked.
Rose's face brightened and she smiled.
"Why, why yes, how did you know?" Rose asked.
"Um, that guy I was taking shots with—Spicer something told me." Jack said with a shrug and a smile.
Rose looked down and laughed coyly.
"Mr. Lovejoy, he's my fiancée's valet." Rose said with a laugh. "Did you win against him?"
Jack looked away and briefly laughed and shook his head.
"No, turns out the guy can hold up to ten to fifteen drinks in his system." Jack said with a laugh, that was also shared by Rose.
Jack's smiles slightly faded.
"So, your fiancée, huh?" Jack asked, with a little bit of disappointment in his voice.
Rose looked at him with a frustrated expression and shook her head and frowned.
"Oh, its only fiancée by title, not by actions." Rose said in a low tone. "Cal is very—tiring."
"Cal? His name is Cal?" Jack asked.
Rose nodded.
"Caledon Hockley, he's one of the richest men on the ship." Rose said with a frown.
Jack laughed and looked at her with surprise.
"Oh hey, is he that guy who was dancing and twirling you all around and all that?" Jack asked.
Rose briefly closed her eyes and her face briefly held a look of disgust.
"Yes—that's him." Rose said, almost with despair in her voice.
Jack scoffed and smiled briefly.
"God, you sound like you're miserable with him." Jack said.
Rose looked up at Jack with slightly ashamed eyes and nodded.
"Sometimes I am." Rose said in a low tone.
She walked over to her and wrapped her arm around his.
"Come on, I'll tell you about it." Rose said as she led Jack away, down the deck.
Cal sat on the deck of his stateroom, trying to think of just the right thing to do to make up to Rose for the argument they had earlier that morning, he knew he had to think of something truly great for her, or else, she'd walk back in his stateroom, tell him she never wanted to see him again and walk straight out of his life. Cal looked up at the ocean with an eyebrow raised. He had an idea, a great idea.
It had been an hour and a half and Jack had been through almost every aspect of Rose's life, while walking with her around the deck of the ship.
"And so, that's why I find him so miserable." Rose said as she and Jack took a seat on two, big, white chairs on the deck.
Rose sighed and frowned as she shook her head.
"He claims he's trying to change now, but—but I don't see it." Rose said. "He never wants to do what I want, I spent months making him happy and now that I want to make myself happy, he's displeased with it."
Jack shook his head and frowned briefly.
"Well, he sounds like a complete jackass." Jack said. "A man should never hit you—ever, or try to control you or—ugh, he just sounds awful Rose. And you're right, he could be lying about trying to change."
Rose looked at Jack and wondered whether she should tell him about Cal's dream, about how Cal dreamed of her going to be with Jack, but she decided against telling Jack. She figured Jack would think it sounded just as crazy as she thought it sounded when she heard it from Cal. Rose looked down and sighed.
"Truth is, I—I'm not sure if I even love him anymore." Rose said lightly. "I—I just can't even bear to be around him anymore. He's just—he's not trying hard enough to please me."
Jack stared at her with warmth.
"Well with how beautiful you are, you deserved to be pleased, Rose." Jack said almost lovingly. "This Cal's a lucky man."
Rose smiled and blushed heavily, while looking at Jack. She gently touched his hand.
"Thank you Jack." Rose said warmly.
For that moment, they shared brief eye contact, and Rose found instant attraction to Jack, an attraction that was strong and that was hard to deny, an attraction that she didn't feel with Cal.