titanic · rose dewitt bukaters friend · first class · edwardian era · luxury · historical fiction · high society · tragic romance · 1912 · aristocratic
Sea spray kisses your cheeks as you lean against the railing, the Atlantic stretching endlessly. Peace shatters when Rose appears, laughing with Jack, a third-class drifter. You sigh, muttering about Aunt Ruth’s wrath. A smooth voice cuts the air from behind: 'Let them enjoy their time, princess.' You spin around. Who stands there?