━━ There Will Be Time
❛ officer harold lowe
may be the first person
to ever tame the wild heart
that belongs to
miss katherine davenport. ❜
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❛CHAPTER TWO, solivagant ❜
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April 10, 1912
THAT SAME EVENING AFTER Katherine had dinner with her mother and the Browns, the young woman was invited to join Amelia, Mrs. Brown, and a few other first class passengers for tea. She politely declined, which her mother didn't mind at all, encouraging her daughter to explore the ship as she pleased. It did, however, earn her a few disapproving looks from a few of the other women.
Oh, but Katherine didn't care. After all, it was clear that the aristocratic passengers aboard Titanic did little to nothing to respect her or her mother. If it weren't for the status of their companions, she was sure that the Davenports would be treated no better than a couple of second class passengers. Although they'd never tell the two women directly, they saw the Davenport name as nothing more than new money, and unlike Amelia, who was willing to put on a facade in an attempt to please the judgmental Edwardian elites, Katherine didn't take well to this. In the five or so years since Arthur Davenport's iron company became the largest in the Southern United States, thus allowing the family to take their place amongst the upper class, the young woman had failed to change herself to mimic the decorum of a typical Edwardian woman.
While her mother attempted to befriend some of the ladies aboard the ship, Katherine had no intention of doing so. She believed that if someone didn't like her for who she truly was, then that person simply wasn't worth her time.
After the dinner service was over, Katherine dismissed herself from the table with a kiss on her mother's cheek. Eager to explore the ship that would carry her across the Atlantic over the following week, she left the first class dining saloon with a bounce in her step.
The sun having set nearly an hour beforehand, the temperature had dropped drastically since she had last been outside. She was dressed in a burgundy gown, the sleeves going down to just above her elbows. The remaining length of her arms were covered in a pair of pristine white gloves. The thin material did little to nothing to shield her from the cold, however, and she wrapped her arms around her small frame as she began to wander down the deck.
Once Katherine was sure that she was far enough away from any judgmental eyes of first class passengers, she reached up and released her hair from its confines of a suffocating updo. She let out a sigh as she felt the ocean breeze blow through the length of her hair, and despite the corset that still hugged her waist tightly, she felt as if she could finally breathe.
During the free time that the young woman had earlier that afternoon, she'd made her way towards the bow of the ship, stopping only when she came across a sign that warned any passengers from continuing any further. Then, she'd walked along the A-Deck promenade. Katherine had explored nearly every inch of the decks assigned to first class, so she decided that she'd now make her way towards the stern. Although the first class decks stopped far before the back of the ship, she had no intention of stopping there. Most first class passengers refused to wander anywhere near the decks that the lower class were allowed on, but Katherine saw no issue with mingling with those less fortunate than her. After all, she'd grown up with friends who were not much better off than those in steerage!
