From The Journals of Katherine Plumber

April 24th, 1900

(Two in one day!? I was feeling accomplished after sending out invites to the Prom I am hosting for work and writing college essays, not to mention helping out around the dance studio because my teacher fell again so enjoy this! :D)

Jack's lips pressed roughly against mine as his hands slipped through the buttons on my blouse, his hands untying my corset underneath. He trailed his kisses down my neck, not letting go with his rough, warm, and comforting grip. As I leaned my head against the bedpost, his eyes flicked up to mine while his kisses went lower.

I found it harder to control myself, the excitement about to boil over, making my stomach feel like a thousand butterflies were fluttering around. "O-Oh! Jack!" I moaned, gripping his shoulders. All I could feel was his smug smirk against my skin as his kisses got lower and lower and finally-!

"Katherine!" Edith shouted, bouncing on my bed to wake me up.

I shot up, looking around the room to see it wasn't where I thought, but my home. I was sweating like everything was real, though. I could still feel the butterflies in my stomach. God! Why did that have to be a dream?

"What do you want?" I hissed.

"You practically slept the day away. Your train leaves in 4 hours and Brienna hasn't stopped calling all morning." She said with an annoyed tone.

I nodded, "If she calls again, let her know I will visit her today for our usual luncheon."

Edith nodded, "Are you okay? You look pale and... like you're in a cold sweat or something." She said.

I sighed and shook my head, "I am fine."

She nodded once more, "Father already left, Mother is at her charity meeting and Conni and Tony are doing their studies, which I should get to. I will tell Theodore you want a pastrami on rye?" She asked.

"Please." I smiled softly.

Edith nodded and kissed my cheek before leaving. As soon as she was gone, I sighed and flopped back down, brushing my fingers across my lips then my chest, trying to remember the dream as much as I could. But now, it seems like a very distant memory.

I sighed and swung my legs out of bed. I pulled my robe around me and stood, going to my dresser aftering slipping on my slippers. I grabbed my suitcases from the corner and started filling them with my things, "Oh, Ms. Pulitzer, no need for you to do that. Let me." My lady's maid, Charis, said as she walked over.

I nodded, "Thank you, Charis."

"Of course, Ms. Pulitzer." She smiled, "Are you excited for your travels?"

"I suppose." I said as I picked out an outfit for the day.

"You don't sound so thrilled." She pointed out.

"Why should I? I have a wonderful story, but will be surrounded by older men all week." I groaned.

"Mr. McLarson and Mr. Kelly are not old. They are around your age." She said, "Besides, you are sweet on Mr. Kelly."

"I am not." I said.

"You are, it is no secret around here." She said, "Don't tell your father I promote such activities, but if I were you, I would take this week to more... close with your Mr. Kelly."

"Charis!" I laughed softly at her suggestion, "I will not take that advice."

"Very well. If I was to spend a whole week away from my overbearing Father, though, I would take it to my full advantage." She smirked softly.