A young woman named Isobel boards the titanic with her abusive father and fiancé (James). Will she ever escape her toxic life? Will Joel be the one to save her problems? Or will she face a test of loyalty when it comes to James?
The next morning I was abruptly woken to the Sound of Jame's snoring. The noise startled me at first, causing me to bolt upright and get ready to fight the noise. I thought it could've been a wild animal but soon realised.. it was only James. I stared at him and a red hot wave of anger swept over me. He didn't have to pretend to like me or pretend to be gentlemanlike. He was a man. Men didn't have to pretend. I balled my fist with anger and realised that the only reason I was going to New York was to marry James. Was this truly how I wanted to spend my life? But I thought I had no choice.
"Good morning. How did you sleep?" James muttered. It was clear he was hungover and this is when I found him in the most terrible moods.
"Fine." I said coldly.
"Why are you being like that Isobel? Just go and get dressed, breakfast is in half an hour." He rolled out of bed and groaned as he landed on the wooden floor. Bursting out with laughter, I left the room and covered my face to stop myself from laughing. James scoffed, his face red with anger. He stood up but he didn't say anything.
I scanned my closet with a keen eye for something green; green was my favourite colour after all. I chose out a gorgeous dress that had previously belonged to my mother. I showered in the unnecessarily large bathroom, letting the water trickle in every crevice of my body and used a soap with the scent of lavender. The material of the dress was thin, small white flowers were stitched onto the dress, all in an aligned fashion. I picked a matching necklace and put it over my head, I slid some white gloves onto my hands and finished the outfit off with a beautiful pair of green high heels.
We had breakfast that morning and throughout the day we had a guided tour of the ship. It was rather dull and I simply wanted to go for Dinner but James refused to let me. He was still in a mood when the tour was over and we went for dinner where we decided to meet at 7:00pm.
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I reached the upper class restaurant like we agreed at exactly 7:00pm. It was rather crowded with classy folk. Many women and men were sat at tables, eating their refined meals with their silverware. Waiters darted between tables, aiming to serve everyone. Heck, even the children were sat politely, with napkins on their laps. An orchestra of men played some beautiful 1800s classical music to set the mood.
I took a seat at our reserved table and waited for James. However, my father arrived first with a frustrated look on his face.
"This ship is too big! I can't find anything around here. Took me half an hour to even get out of my room." His face was red and he had started to furrow his brow. He often got worked up about the slightest of things.
"Don't fuss, Daddy. It's really not that bad. We are upgrading after all when we live in New York so you'll have to get used to it." It felt like a pitt in my stomach even admitting that. I preferred if it was just me and Daddy but I was going to marry James, wasn't I?
Speak of the devil, he arrived 5 minutes after our scheduled time. I was not happy to see him so I sighed in exasperation. He must've caught on to my frustration because his mood changed.
"What's wrong with you? I'm here now, aren't I?" His eyes were bloodshot and his face was red, probably from climbing all of those stairs. He probably should borrow some of my make up.
"Nothing. If you suggest a time to meet just be there on time." I didn't look at him, I stared at the beautiful painting on the wall across from me.
"Well that is rich coming from someone who spends hours on her make up. You constantly make us late when we go to dinner parties." He grinned, knowing that would offend me. At this point my father was getting irritated by us and excused himself to the restroom. I stared at him and didn't even hint a smile.
"Well that's rich coming from someone who actually NEEDS makeup and forces me to wear it!" I said that a little too loudly. People started tutting and shaking their heads. I blushed fiercely but never changed the stern look on my face.
"Asshole.." I whispered
"How dare you speak to me like that. Everyone is watching me and you are embarrassing me and our family. Is this what you're going to be like when we are married?" He spoke in a hushed voice. This was neither the place or the time to be discussing this. His face was also redder than a tomato.
How dare I? How fucking dare he. But he was right, if I was to carry on the Cole surname I couldn't act like that. I had to be a perfect housewife who couldn't speak for herself. That was the hardest thought to swallow at all.
"May I be excused?" I didn't wait for an answer. I just got up and fled this tragic scene.
