Thomas Andrews. the creator of the most popular ship, The Titanic. He boarded the Titanic as the carpenter alongside his daughter, adoptive daughter, Annabelle Andrews. Annabelle runs into one of the fellow officers, Harold Lowe. Ofcourse being the...
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The day has finally come, it's time for the famous Titanic to take sail.
"Todays the day, I have yet to see father. He must be so busy" Annabelle said as Cynthia tied the corset on Annabelle's body.
"He is the ship maker miss, it's his duty to make sure the ship is running fine" Cynthia replied
"Oh Cynthia, stop with the formals please. Just call me Annabelle" the girl complained. She slipped the pink dress on her body and Cynthia tied the back up.
"I'm just being appropriate as your maid" the young girl replied
"Cynthia" Annabelle warned as she stepped away from the girl and walked over to the mirror, she fixed her hair before turning to the other girl.
"Get dressed, we have to go to the deck before the ship takes off" Annabelle said.
"I am dressed" Cynthia replied looking down at her black gown with a white apron on top. Annabelle rolled her eyes at the blonde girl. Cynthia was fairly light skinned, she had green eyes and blonde waist length hair.
"I mean get into a day dress please" Annabelle spoke and Cynthia smiled lightly before going over to her room to get dressed. ~~~~~~~ The two girls walked arm in arm down the deck hall, the ship was now busier, passengers were on board waving to their loved ones. Annabelle already spotted some familiar faces that she knew her father would make her attend dinner with. She also noticed some people giving her a look or double glancing and she already knew why they were looking at her. She's one of the very few ladies of color to be in first class and be on the ship in general.
"People are staring" Cynthia whispered to the girl.
"I'm aware" Annabelle responded avoiding eye contact with anyone who stared by looking down at her shoes. While she was distracted, Cynthia tried to stop Annabelle from walking but it was too late, Annabelle bumped into someone causing her to stumble back but one hand wrapped around her arm and the other grabbed her waist and held her still.
"I'm so sorry" she apologized looking up to see the familiar officer.
"Oh, hello Harry" Annabelle breathed out.
"Are you okay love?" He asked and she blushed slightly as she realized how close her face was to his, she felt where his arms were making her blush more. Cynthia had a small smirk on her face.
"Y-yes, thank you. Im sorry for bumping into you" she said again, he laughed lightly as he let go of the girl and took a step back.
"It's no issue. If you are looking for your father, I can bring you to him" Lowe said looking at the girl. He thought she was so beautiful but he was sure he wasn't able to have her.
"I would like that. Oh! And this is Cynthia, she is my maid but we're more like friends" Annabelle introduced the girl standing next to her. Lowe grabbed Cynthia hand and placed a quick kiss on the back of her hand.
