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“Not…as…tight…” My mother ignored my request and instead yanked significantly harder on the strings of my corset, lacing it as tight as it could possibly go. “I’m sorry, but I show no mercy, Scarlett. You must arrive with a fiancée in New York or else we will lose our place in the elite society. And the only way that is possible—” she paused to lace it just as tightly again, and I gasped—“is if you look absolutely perfect.” She finished, and with a long sweep of her hand, she motioned for her ladies’ maid to come forth. “Ms. Counterrie, you look positively lovely,” my mother’s personal servant Ruby gushed lovingly. “Thank you,” I said, forcing yet another smile. “You may proceed.” She lifted the powder from the dresser and brushed the pale dust lightly across my face, following with rouge on my cheeks and the color red on my lips. “Thank you, Ruby,” I coughed, inhaling powder. Ruby, beaming, curtsied and skittered quickly over to the sitting area, where my day dress was dd over the arm of a Cleopatra sofa. I lifted my lean arms and the dress slid easily onto my small frame. “Sweeping, light colored chiffon accented with a layer of tulle the color of the morning sunrise, dusted with light blue glitter and tied with a cream colored satin ribbon.” My mother recited as she waltzed into the room wearing a heavy maroon coat over her floor-length crimson gown. “It is gorgeous,” she smiled, surveying my outfit, “and it cost just four hundred seventy three dollars and thirty nine cents.” I cringed; my mother’s free spending made me want to shake her. “Yes, mother. When are we leaving?” I asked, desperate to get off the subject of clothes and onto the subject of the ship of dreams. “I heard Titanic is not only unsinkable, but she’s the largest ship in the world!” My mother laughed warmly. “Yes, Scarlett, I have heard of its greatness also. As soon as Ruby is finished packing our trunks, we will be on our way. I believe the carriage is already outside.” “I’ve finished packing, ma’am,” Ruby gasped, lugging one of seven full leather trunks behind her. “Good.” My mother said as someone rapped sharply on the door. “Who is it?” She called from behind the safety of the gold locks. “Footmen, ma’am,” was the friendly reply, and she went about with opening the door. Eight smartly dressed gentlemen proceeded into the parlor, each of them picking up one of the trunks and promptly exiting with them. The leader of the men came into the parlor to strike up conversation with my mother. “Hello, Madame, my name is John Carinthia, and I will be your escort this fine morning to the dock of the RMS Titanic.” He kissed her gloved hand before reaching for mine. “Shall we go?” He said, and Ruby, my mother and I all nodded. With my mother on one arm, myself on the other, and Ruby trailing politely behind, we approached the carriage and he confidently opened the door for us. “Thank you,” I said shyly, and he kissed my hand again. “It is a pleasure to serve such a lovely young woman like yourself, Ms. Counterrie.” He smiled before walking around to the front part of the carriage. “Mother, he’s quite the gentleman,” I said, somewhat infatuated. “He is of no money. He will never be able to support you. I would never accept him into the family.” She turned up her powdered nose and rotated to face the window. Ruby looked forlornly over at me with apologetic eyes. I shot her a weary smile and rolled my own eyes. I could tell that this was going to be a very fun trip.