I'll never let go..| A titanic inspired story 🚢

The ship (chapter 5)

After we waved goodbye, we were escorted off to our private room by our personal butler. James held out his hand and I reluctantly took it. I stared at his face as we walked and he seemed to be in a good mood. I hoped he would be sober by the time we had dinner.

The second I stepped inside our private suite my eyes were immediately fixated on an old grandfather clock stood in the middle of the room, it's hands ticking slowly. The time read 5:25pm in Roman numerals. It reminded me of the grandfather clock in my own house. My eyes scanned the room and I admired the beautiful paintings hung up on the wall, one even by Picasso. The wallpaper was an ashen gray and a pattern of roses was engraved in each corner of the wallpaper, their thick green vines entwined. Glistening, a dazzling chandelier hung in the center of the room and took my breath away. Sure, I was used to seeing the most extravagant things but nothing like this. It was absolutely divine. I was so fixated on it that my father had to angrily drag me away to show me the rest of the suite.

The dining room was rather similar to the entrance except it was furnished with a long wooden table. Many plates were lined up on the table, waiting to be plated with food just this evening. Come to think of it I was actually starting to feel quite ravenous. I hoped dinner would be served soon since I had skipped lunch

As I entered my bedroom, many things captured my eye. The golden bed frame was engraved with elaborate scenes of dancing
swans and gentle waves. I took a seat on my white, crisp, freshly cleaned bedsheets and beckoned James over. He sat down beside me and rested his hand on my knee.

"What do you think about this place?" He asked.

"Really nice, actually. Do you know when dinner will be served?" I couldn't help it! My mind immediately thought about food and I was sure that the food would be delicious here.

He raised an eyebrow. "Well I'm not sure. I could ask for a private caterer if you want?" He stood up and took his hand from my  knee. I felt the warmth from his hand leave me and left me feeling alone.

"You don't have to.."

"It's settled. Let's get a private caterer." Without another word he left. My father had been watching us from the other room the whole time and he followed James to ask for food.

I felt a little disappointed as James had just assumed that's what I wanted. I really wanted see more of Titanic and potentially meet some people. I laid back on my king sized bed and sprawled out across it. A frustrated groan was projected from my mouth as I just stared at the ceiling, feeling as though I had been ignored. But I suddenly heard a voice from above my head.

"Kian! Come on, let's go find our rooms." The voice chuckled

"I am! Isn't this amazing? It's just brilliant." Another unfamiliar voice said.

"It's sure is. Alright. We are in room.. G12. Come on!" That accent... American!

I knew exactly who that was. Joel, from the boarding platform not just half an hour ago. I longed to hear his voice again and I knew I couldn't just stay here and risk never finding him in the crowds of people. I rose from my bed and darted out of my room and to the suite door. Reaching for the key, the door flung open and almost sent me toppling over.
"
Isobel! What on Earth are you doing?" James steadied me.

"Oh.. uh.. nothing. I just wanted to get a view of the sea." I lied to his face, not staring him directly in the eye.

"Well that's good. Our caterer will arrive with our food in 30 minutes. Meanwhile, we can sit on our private deck and I've gotten us some entertainment." He grinned proudly.

"That great..." I took his hand and we stumbled onto our own private deck with a beautiful view of the ocean below.

On the deck there was a table and seats just for an occasion like this.

"Take a seat madam."
He let go of my hand and pulled out a chair for me and I reluctantly took a seat. At times he was a true gentleman. A wave of guilt came across me all of a sudden. I felt suddenly guilty for my encounter with Joel and that I thought that he was attractive. I couldn't picture my life without James.

"Why thank you good sir." I giggle a little but noticed something peculiar. James had changed out of his outfit and into something more suitable. Where did he find the time for that? I swallowed thickly and stared up at James, not knowing what to say next.

"So. What are you most looking forward to in New York?" The conversation topic was a little random but I wasn't about to complain.

"Hmm.. I'd probably have to say the varied selection of boutiques. Although Abi's shop is great I'd just love to try out the style of the American's. How about you?" I sat up straight and smiled tightly, just like a good woman should.

"I thought you'd say that. Well I'm looking forward to seeing the Statue of Liberty, I've heard it's the most magnificent statue in the world. Apparently it was made by the French." The smug look in his eyes said it all. He didn't think I knew but I did.

"Oh really? I had no idea. I thought the Amer-"

"Wine?" Our caterer had arrived and was like a stab in our conversation. I nodded my head and so did James. I was t sure this was a good idea.

He took a sip of the wine and smacked his lips.
"Delicious, you can tell they've used the good stuff."

Our food eventually arrived and it was an Italian dish with linguine and some appetising clam sauce. I was feeling so hungry but I couldn't devour the plate too quickly. I twirled the linguine between my fork and carefully placed the collected string of pasta in my mouth. It was a very strange dynamic because I was enjoying this mouth watering food but at the same time I had to me cautious not to spill any sauce anywhere. Whilst we ate, a light violin played some wonderful tunes. We both finished our meals and were too stuffed for dessert. It was time for bed.