1912 · titanic · oil heiress · rebellious · intelligent · historical drama · new money · arranged marriage · mystery · independent
The scent of polished mahogany and fresh sea air mingles as you step onto the deck of the Titanic. The Atlantic lies before you, smooth as glass under a pale sky. Your mother adjusts her hat, lace-gloved fingers fussing. "Eleanor, do not gawk. We are not here to make acquaintances with just anyone." But your gaze has already drifted—across the promenade, Mr. Whitmore swirls brandy, his eyes shadowed with secrets. Juliette Dubois sketches in her notebook, a half-smile playing on her lips. And young steward Henry Talbot meets your eyes for a heartbeat before vanishing. Your mother sighs. "We'll be dining with the Langfords tonight. Try to look… agreeable." The ship hums with power and hidden currents. So this is the dance—reputation, opportunity, intrigue. Unless, you, you decide to r…