All the hard work fortunately payed off for young Rose. Her job was done at Mrs. Dawson's house. After two more weeks and some additional finishing touches, she packed up her stuff one last time. Mrs. Dawson was thrilled about her designs and had told many of her friends about them. She was asked to make new dresses and undergarments for some of them as well as their children and grandchildren. Rose's next appointment Wal already the upcoming Monday. The extra money Mrs. Dawson had given her was kept safe and sound in her apartment. Last weekend, she even took Oliver to the new zoo that had opened a week prior. It was a day about not worrying, about doing whatever they wanted to do that day. And for the first time in a long time she truly saw him happy.

The fitting took place in the drawing room where the maids had prepared the space as if a party were to take place. Mrs. Dawson couldn't stop smiling as she tried on her new garments.

"I should have done this much sooner. To only think young women can look fashionable."

"You look radiant, ma'am. You do." She put Rosie's freshly made undergarments on the sofa. "She can try them on tomorrow when she gets here. And if anything is wrong with the size, please let me know."

Mrs. Dawson nodded, thanked Rose a couple of more times before letting her go. There was only one more person to say farewell to.

"Goodbye, Jack." She peaked her head around the corner. He looked at her and got from behind his desk.

"You're already done for the day?" He asked surprised.

"My work is finished actually. Time for me to go row with the other slaves."

"I see. Well I was about to go to the office, see how things are progressing. Would you like me to give you a ride home?"

She shook her head. "I think my apartment isn't quite on the same route. Besides, I like the walk." She shook his out of kindness, as if they were business partners. "It's been a pleasure to share the office with you, Mr. Dawson."

"The pleasure is mine, miss Smith." He smirked at her. They were still shaking hands.

"Now I really have to go."

"Right."

"Right."

He sighed as her silhouette disappeared from out of his sight. He now came to the realisation that he enjoyed his time with her a bit too much. His office took only two days to be repaired, but he lied. He had this strange urge to be where she was. He found himself waking up a little earlier just to be there in time, to welcome her and even prepare her a cup of coffee. And every morning she would gladly take the beverage out of his hands, smile at him and sit down. It was as if they had built this ritual together. Although it was the same every time they met, it felt calm and peaceful. The morning coffees, the afternoon walks after they had lunch together, the conversations the'd have. Jack noticed that she did not like to talk her family much. She didn't like to talk about herself in general, except for her little brother Oliver. But he wanted to know everything about this young woman who had just so happened to enter his life.

It was only a day before he truly felt like he started to get to know her. And as she was about to speak she stopped, looked in the distance and then back to him.

"I have to get back inside, and I think your girlfriend is here." Amelia came walking towards them and looked Rose up and down.

"Miss Smith. You are still working here I see?"

"Unfortunately for all of you, yes. Good day miss Huntington." And she walked off.

"I didn't know you were so chummy with her?" Amelia asked Jack all surprised.

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Because she is in fact a servant, Jack. She is in service of your grandmother. Anyway my parents are waiting fo us for tea. Are you coming?"

"That was today?"

"Yes, you silly. I wanted to pick you up at the office, but you haven't been there in over two weeks."

Now as it was the next day and Jack was waiting with the coffee, she did not come. Only hours later she appeared to say a final goodbye. Jack walked over to the drawing room, where Mrs. Dawson was still admiring herself in the mirror.

"You must have missed her, Jack." She said to him, "She just left."

"I know, gran, I know."

Rose was invited that night to the opening of her friend's new pub. Tommy Ryan moved from Ireland to The States a few years ago where he lived in the same building as Rose and her family. They had gotten along from the very first moment they met. Tommy had showed her the city, learned her every single detail about the streets of Boston and how, as a woman, she could defend herself. A longing for exploring drove him to drop everything and travel through the country, only soon to realise that Boston was his home. He came back a few months ago, bought a small building he had bought with the money he earned along the way, and decided to honour his home country by starting his own Irish pub.

"Angel!" Tommy greeted her as she walked in. It was what he had called her ever since they met. She reminded him of an ethereal presence. Rose looked around the place. Everything smelled so brand new. The fresh paint, the wooden tables, he had even installed electricity.

"My god, Tom, you did all of this?"

He nodded his head. "Everything has been touched by me own hands."

"Can I help you with anything?" How many hours do we have left?"

People would mostly start arriving at six o clock. Two hours to do the last finishing touches. The two of them cleaned the place and organised the tables and chairs. Rose lifted the blanked off the piano and traced her fingers over the keys.

"You should sing tonight."

"I haven't sung in front of a crowd in over a year, Tommy."

"Too busy with other things, huh? Speaking of busy." He said and handed Rose a cigarette, "There have been rumours going around that you have mingled yourself among the fat cats of the city."

Rose laughed and sat down next to him. "I'm engaged to Lord Baron, to be exact. They've even given me some of his fortune already." She took her purse and took out some letter money."

"I'll be god damned, Rose. Where did you get that? You've not been doing, you know."

"No! That was a one time occurrence, I won't do that thing again."

"Good. Then how?"

"I've been to some assistance to a lady. Mrs. Elaine Dawson. She found out I am a seamstress and has offered me some extra work. Therefor the rumours. I've been working at her house for the past weeks." She put the money back. "I can hardly pay the rent anymore, let alone put a decent meal on the table."

"I understand." He took her hand gently. "For tonight let's forget all your troubles."

She nodded, but knew that was an impossible task. The first guests arrived a little over six. They had just only finished and Rose was sitting down the big table in the middle of the room. She watched as the people came in. Smiles plastered on their faces, but none of their smiles were as big as Tommy's. Julie rushed over to her as she entered, followed by Fabrizio and Helga, two of their immigrant friends. Surprisingly Rose could escape her mind for a little bit, except for one person who haunted her thoughts ever since they met. A kind of sadness and disappointment was felt as she came to the realisation that she wasn't going to see him ever again. The past few weeks truly were great. As her alarm went off on Thursday she would get out of bed just a little bit faster than usual, just to be on time. And he'd wait there for her, sitting on the desk, with a cup of coffee. She'd listen to him talk on the phone, writing down things on paper and the nervous walking around the room whenever he was, once again, frustrated by the works of others. She let out a deep sigh as she closed the door behind her that afternoon. It was now busy inside the pub, the live band had started playing and people were dancing all over the place. It was for Fabrizio to stand up, ordered everyone to be quiet and climbed onto a table. He murmured some words in Italian before his eyes met Helga's.

"I know we Italians," he started, "are the masters when it comes to romance, except for me. But Helga, I a trying for you tonight in front of all these people." He helped her up before continuing his speech. "Il mio amore, I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

Everyone burst out in a big applause when Helga nodded and jumped into his arms. The band started playing again and Tommy had grabbed a champagne bottle from out of a cabinet. It was his special bottle, Rose knew and this moment was for sure special. Her friends were growing up, starting new lives for themselves which made her both extremely happy yet melancholy.

The wedding was already two weeks later. It was a small gathering of friends and Helga's parents, who had come with her from Norway. Within the two weeks, Fabrizio had already arranged everything that was meant to be arranged. He had found himself a proper job at a fancy restaurant as soon as he arrived in his new country. He had been promoted as full time butler a few months prior, making him able two buy them a two bedroom apartment with even a balcony. Helga's parents were hesitant at first, but as soon as Fabrizio showed them how he'd provide for their daughter they finally gave in. Helga looked radiant with her golden blonde curls that were covered in fresh flowers. Fabrizio lifted up her veil, revealing her youthful smile and kissed her passionately. Rose looked at Oliver who was sitting next to her with tears in his eyes.

"Are you alright, darling?" Rose asked him as she took his hand in hers. He nodded and confessed that he had never witnessed something so beautiful before.

"I want to have a bride just like her when I marry, Ro." Although his main interests in science and everything non-fictional, there was a small romantic hidden within young Oliver Smith. Rose smiled at him and kissed him on the head. They walked back home later that afternoon, singing through the streets of Boston.

"You're singing it wrong!" He laughed at his big sister.

"No I am not."

"It goes like this: On a Sunday afternoon.

in the merry month of June

take a trip up the Hudson or down the bay"

"Gosh yeah I think you're right: take a trolley to Coney or Rockaway." She finished. Rose suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked up at the building on front of her. They had taken the long way home, now walking through the business district of the city. There were people rushing in and out of the door, all looking dressed in their best. Men were mostly holding small suitcases, probably filled with the most important documents. Women were the ones to follow, they all looked Rose up and down before getting inside. As Rose looked closer at the building, she noticed the big golden letters of Dawson Inc. The name startled her and she took a step forward to read it again. Suddenly, a group of older men rushed passed and almost bumped into her.

"You're in the way, miss!" One of them said angrily and pushed her aside. Oliver took his sister by the arm. "Let's go home, Rose."

"Those bastards." She murmured, quickly turned around and let out a shriek of fear when she almost bumped into someone again.

"I hope I am not that scary." The person said. Rose looked up.

"Jack?"

"Are you alright?" He asked "I just saw what happened."

"I am fine, thank you. If those idiots could just look straight forward instead of to each other."

"I'll mention it to my brother."

"I-" Rose quickly apologised when she realised what she had said.

"I agree with you actually. But what are you doing here?"

As Rose explained it all and talked a little more with Jack Dawson, Oliver suddenly cleared his throat, making himself noticeable. Jack shook the boy's hand. "It's nice to meet you, Oliver."

"Well we better get going. It was nice seeing you again, Jack." Before they could walk off, Jack stopped them. Walked towards a car and opened it.

"To make it up for my brother's behaviour. Can I offer you a ride home?"

"Is this yours?" Oliver gasped.

"It sure is."

Rose declined his offer once again, but Oliver insisted on it. His legs were too tired, he complained, making it impossible for him to walk any further. After a short while of staring at the two she finally said yes. Jack helped them inside and before he closed the door, Rose said: "Just know what you are getting yourself into."

She was rather ashamed to show other people where she lived, especially now someone who was in much higher position than she was. The only positive aspect about the situation was that the sun was shining, making the street and the building where they lived not appear as gloom as they usually did. Jack stopped as soon as Rose told them the had arrived. He helped them out of the vehicle and Rose thanked him. They were standing in front of a small bakery where Oliver moved passed and opened a red door.

"I have tea, if you'd like." Rose offered him. Through the cold and the darkness of the hallway, Jack could see the silhouette of a staircase which let to what seemed a collection of apartments. He followed the two as they made their way almost all the way up. "Welcome to our palace, Mr. Dawson." Rose opened the door.

It was a small place. The whole apartment could fit inside his room twice, and that was only his bedroom. Rose opened the window in the kitchen. "When you open the window in the morning," she said, "you can smell the fresh baked bread from the bakery downstairs."

In the kitchen there was a round table and a bed. Only one bed. Oliver sat down on it, took a book and started reading.

"You have anything in your tea?" Rose asked as she put on the kettle.

"Just a little sugar, please."

Jack was about to sit down when it hit him as he looked at the clock above the bed. It was Saturday, meaning another dinner together with the Huntingtons. He saw the time had already passed half past six. He had to leave. He had to say goodbye to her again.

"I am so sorry." He stood back up. Rose looked at him, rather confused. "I totally forgot I had somewhere to be."

Rose followed him to the front door and watched his figure go down the stairs.

"Rose, darling."

Rose looked up and saw Mrs. Adams standing in her doorway. She had witnessed the whole affair and found it rather suspicious that such a man would follow her into her apartment.

"Yes?"

"Who is that man?"

"Just someone." Rose sighed. "I thought he was kind to me, but after I showed him where we live he suddenly rushed off." It was what she had been scared of all along. In the long run, no man like him would want to have anything to do with the likes of her. Mrs. Adams gave her look of sympathy.

"Come." She said, "Let me make you children some dinner. I want to know everything about the wedding. Rose collected her brother and as she looked outside the window she saw that his car was long gone.