In the grandeur of early 20th-century Belfast, a timeless love story unfolds between two extraordinary individuals, Thomas Andrews and his wife, Eleanor Andrews.
At the pinnacle of his career, Thomas meets the energetic and spirited Eleanor, a talen...
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April 12th 1912
As the evening approached, I found myself filled with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. It was hard to believe that we were nearing the end of our journey on the Titanic. The memories we had made and the love we had shared throughout this voyage were etched in my heart.
In our stateroom, I stood before the mirror, carefully arranging my hair and adjusting my dress. The soft glow of the cabin's lights added a touch of enchantment to the moment. I wanted to look my best for Thomas, to make this evening as special for him as he had made every day for me.
As I fastened a necklace around my neck, I felt Thomas's presence behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his warm breath tickling my ear. "You look absolutely stunning, Darling," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
Turning to face him, I smiled, feeling a rush of affection for this man who made me feel so loved and cherished. "And you, Mr. Andrews, you look as handsome as ever," I replied, teasingly straightening his tie. He chuckled, leaning in to kiss my forehead. "Thank you, my dear. But it's your company that truly makes me shine." _______________________________
As we sat together at our table for two in the elegant dining room of the Titanic, a soft glow from the chandeliers enveloped us in an intimate atmosphere. The evening was a tapestry of laughter, sweet whispers, and tender gazes.
As I looked across the table at Thomas, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. He always had a way of making me feel at ease, even in the grandest of settings. His warm, attentive eyes never left mine, and I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.
The delightful array of courses filled our table, each dish a culinary masterpiece. As we savored the delectable flavors, Thomas playfully offered me a bite of his entree. "Try this, Eleanor," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's absolutely divine." I took a small bite, savoring the taste. "Mmm, you're right," I replied with a grin. "It's delicious. But you always have a way of picking the best dishes." He chuckled, reaching for my hand across the table. "Only the best for you," he said, his voice filled with affection.
Throughout the meal, we exchanged light-hearted banter and shared stories from the journey. It felt like time had slowed down, and in that moment, it was just the two of us, lost in the enchantment of the evening.
As dessert arrived, a delectable chocolate creation, Thomas leaned in with a conspiratorial smile. "I have a secret to share," he whispered, as if we were the only ones in the room. Curiosity piqued, I leaned closer, intrigued by his playful demeanor. "What is it?" He gestured to the dessert before us. "I asked the chef to add extra chocolate, just for you," he said with a wink.
I couldn't help but laugh, feeling utterly adored by this man who knew me so well. "You spoil me," I replied, reaching for his hand and bringing it to my lips for a tender kiss. He smiled, his eyes softening with love. "I'd spoil you a hundred times over if it brought that beautiful smile to your face."
The evening continued to unfold in a symphony of shared glances, soft touches, and sweet nothings. As the night grew older, the dining room buzzed with the sounds of other guests, but our world remained centered on each other. Totally unaware of the disaster occurring on the back end of the ship.
