*there is a story called "Waves of the Ocean" which is a copy from this book without permission - please do NOT read it.
𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 | Josephine Bukater Lauder was everything a well brought up girl should be. She had been taught to speak when spoke...
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April 13th, 1912
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THEY HEADED OVER TO THE DINNER TABLE, where Josephine was about to sit down next to Jack. That is before Mrs.Bukater called her over to a chair that was next to Rose, shooting a disgusted look in Jack's direction.
"It's alright," Jack smiled when he saw Josephine's hesitation "I'll just sit next to Molly."
Nodding her head, Josephine reluctantly walked over to the chair that Mrs.Bukater had chosen for her and plopped herself down on the seat. She was relieved to find that at least she was facing Jack, that was she could still be near him if he came to need her help.
"Tell me, Mr. Dawson, how are the accommodations in third class?" Ruth asked as she lightly sipped her champagne.
Josephine bit her tongue as she willed herself to be quiet. Everything had been going so well before the woman spoke up, and now she had put Jack on the spot. The girl partly felt like it was her fault, after all, if it weren't for her, Jack would not be dining with them in the first place.
"The best I've seen ma'am, hardly any rats," Jack answered slowly. To both his and Josephine's relief, the table erupted into small laughs.
"Mr. Dawson here is joining us from the third-class tonight," Cal informed the table "he was of some assistance to Josephine last night."
"He saved my life," Josephine piped in "and it turns out that Jac- Mr. Dawson is quite the fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of his works earlier today."
"You'll have to show me sometime Jack," Rose smiled "Jo and I share similar tastes in art."
Jack nodded at Rose with a small smile before his eyes turned back to Josephine, who was staring straight at him.
"The ladies and I argue oftentimes as our tastes in what makes real art often do not mix," Cal smoke smugly "not to impugn your good work."
Josephine watched in amusement as Jack glanced down at the cutlery on the side of his plate, seemingly very confused as to why there were so many utensils surrounding him.
"Are these all for me?" he whispered to Molly.
"Just start from the outside and work your way in," the woman advised.
"Jack-" Josephine muttered to him "your napkin!"
She raised her own napkin into the air before placing it down on her lap with a smile. Jack, however, still seemed confused - so Josephine raised her brows and huffed out in annoyance.
