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 13th 1912
As the evening approached, I found myself eagerly preparing for dinner. The excitement in the air was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation as I chose the perfect gown for the occasion.
With the help of Elizabeth I adorned myself in an elegant, flowing gown that seemed to shimmer under the soft glow of the stateroom lights. The gown's light blue hue with lace trim complemented my eyes, and as I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence.
As I made my way down the hallways of the ship, the click of my heels echoed like a joyful melody. The Titanic seemed to come alive with the sounds of laughter and merriment, adding to the enchantment of the evening.
As I approached the grand staircase, my heart quickened at the thought of meeting Thomas there. I could hardly wait to see him in his dapper suit, knowing that his smile would light up the room.
And there he was, waiting for me with his hands clasped behind his back, looking every bit the handsome gentleman I had fallen in love with. His eyes brightened when he saw me, and a soft smile graced his lips. "Eleanor," he said, his voice filled with admiration, "you look absolutely stunning." I blushed at his compliment, feeling a surge of affection for this man who made me feel so cherished. "And you, Thomas, look quite dashing yourself," I replied with a playful twinkle in my eye.
He offered me his arm, and we descended the grand staircase together, like characters in a grand love story. The elegant surroundings of the Titanic seemed to fade away, leaving only Thomas and me, wrapped in the magic of the moment.
At our table, we came to a halt. We were of course seated with some other important first class passengers such as the Countess of Rothes, Benjamin Guggenheim, Madame Aubert, Sir Cosmo and Lucille Lady Duff-Gordon. I happened to be seated in-between Thomas and Molly.
The young man who was evidently associated with Rose, caught my attention. Perhaps this was the boy who saved her? I quickly learned his name when Ruth questioned him "Tell us the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're quite good on this ship". If I could, I would immediately smack that stupid smirk of her face.
Mr. Dawson responded, "The best I've seen ma'am. Hardly any rats". Everyone chuckled at his remark. "Mr. Dawson is joining us from third class. He was of some assistance to my fiancee last night." Cal shared. "It turns out that Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of his work today." Rose complimented as she spoke. She obviously had special feelings for this boy, as I could tell.
"Rose and I differ somewhat in our definition of fine art. Not to impugn your work, sir." Cal remarked.
"An artist, you say? I'm an artist myself. You must show me some of your work Mr. Dawson" I said to him. Finally, someone with whom I can discuss art. Someone who truly understands what it means to be able to capture the precious moments of life trough drawing.
" I would love to show you some of my work. Though only if you show some of yours, Mrs. Andrews" he responded, grinning.
"It's a deal then" I replied, grinning broadly.
I tuned out the conversation that was taking place. I spotted Thomas's diary in his hands as I turned to face him. "What are you doing, my love?" I asked him curiously. He glanced at me with a smile and said "I'm just writing some details for improvement down now so I don't forget, darling".
When I turned towards Mr. Dawson who had just concluded his speech with the phrase "To make each day count" I see Rose grinning at him and she toasts "to making it count" she said. The rest of us raised our champagne glasses in toasts as well.
After that, conversations flowed smoothly across the table. The delicious food being brought in by the waiters. The group of musicians in the corner of the dining area was playing lovely melodies.
"Join me in a brandy, gentlemen" I caught someone say. The males seated at the table can be heard chuckling in agreement. "Ladies, thank you for the pleasure of your company" Mr. Ismay added. Thomas leaned over to me and murmured "I think I'm gonna head with them for a little bit. Should I escort back to the suite dear?" "No thank you darling I think I'm gonna stay here for a little bit." I mumble back to him. He gave me a gentle kiss and continued to follow the rest of the men, to the smoking room.
I noticed the Dawson lad went to Rose to bid her farewell. I moved over to sit next to her when he left. "So that's the boy who you are so fond of?" I said, with a smirk on my face. She replied "His name is Jack for your information," as she turned to face me with a smile on her face. "And I'm not fond of him. I'm just thankful he saved my life"
"Whatever you say Rose. I have confidence that you'll acknowledge you have desires for that boy, sooner or later. And it is only going to hurt you in the end when we dock in New York and you have to leave him behind" I said with a sympathetic look sent her way.
She said nothing in response to that. I offered her one final smile and got up from the chair. Leaving after saying goodnight to the other ladies.
