My Story: R.M.S Titanic [Completed]

14: Memories

Scott and I sat in the lobby, waiting for the Astors to come down. My mind was preoccupied by the fact that Scott and I were on the thirteenth floor of the building. I was superstitious and thirteen was a terrible number to be on before getting on a ship.

"Mae? Are you okay?" Scott asked as he checked his watch for the time again.

"I'm fine, it's just thirteen is an unlucky number and I guess I just feel uncomfortable," I told him.

"It's only a superstition. It doesn't mean anything," he said. I sighed and nodded as I fiddled with my hands in my lap.

"Scott, Mae, I apologise for our tardiness. Maddie was not pleased with the blouse she had on," John said as Maddie and him approached us.

"All is forgiven. I'm sure Mae understands the idea of getting the right blouse," Scott said as he stood up. I stood as well and Maddie gave me a hug. I could feel her baby bump on my stomach.

"Oh thank you for letting us join you on your trip around London," Maddie said. I smiled as I hugged her back.

"It is my pleasure," I said as I stepped back and took Scott's arm.

"Mae, please, lead the way," John said. I smiled and nodded.

"Of course. London is such a beautiful city," I said.

"Well, the most beautiful lady that I have ever had the pleasure of holding in my arms is from London so it must be beautiful," Scott said. I blushed as we walked out of the hotel.

"Now, you take that back. You know where I came from," I said and he rubbed my fingers.

"Mae here was raised in the slums. Her beauty caught my attention and I knew that even though she was a third class lady, she was refined like a first class lady, like Ms Maddie here," Scott said. Maddie blushed and looked down.

"Really, Mae? You grew up in the slums?" John asked.

"My father always said that I wasn't made for the slums since I am an artist," I said. John raised an eyebrow.

"I simply must see your art while we are on the Titanic," Maddie said as she flashed a perfect smile at me.

"Of course. I mostly do portraits however," I said. Maddie giggled a little.

"Well then, maybe you can draw me so John can have something to keep in his wallet," Maddie said. I laughed with her as John chuckled.

"It would be a pleasure, Maddie. And here is where I was born, Scott," I said as I looked at Scott. All three members of my group looked at the nice building that was the old home of Mr and Ms Freeman, the nice couple my mother use to work for when I was born.

"In this building?" Scott asked.

"My mother use to work for the owners and they told my parents to have me here so at least I was in a clean environment. The wife taught me how to draw and write," I said as I traced the walls of the mansion that part of my childhood was in.

"The mansion is really beautiful," Maddie said.

"Oh what I wouldn't give just to walk inside again," I said as I looked at the windows that I use to help my mother wash.

"I'm sure that it's somewhere you can get in," Maddie said, "John work your magic." John ran up the stairs.

"Oh my," I breathed as John knocked on the door. The door opened showing Ms. Freeman slightly older than the last time I saw her. John talked to her and gestured down to us.

"Mae Morgan," Mrs. Freeman said loudly. I smiled and Scott helped Maddie and myself up the stairs.

"Mrs Freeman, how have you been?" I asked as I hugged her. She patted my back.

"All you young children come in. Have a spot of tea with an old woman, will you?" Mrs Freeman asked. I looked at my group.

"I'm sure gentlemen won't mind having some tea with a lady such as yourself," Maddie said.

"It would be a pleasure," Scott said. Mrs Freeman gestured us in and I walked in first.

"Mrs Freeman, I want you to meet Mr. John Jacob Astor and his wife, Mrs. Madeleine Astor," I said. She nodded as a maid started taking our jackets. "And this man is my fiancé Mr Scott Sire." She studied Scott and he smiled.

"Mrs Freeman, it's a pleasure to meet you," Scott said.

"They are Americans, Mae. Do they even know true tea?" Mrs Freeman asked as she started walking to the sitting room.

"I'm sure that they do Mrs Freeman," I said as my companions and myself followed her.

"Mae is like my own granddaughter. Her mother use to work for us and her mother turned into our daughter. I couldn't stand watching Mae grow up in a place of third class-men. But her parents were stubborn and wanted their daughter to be raise in the Morgans' family apartment," Mrs. Freeman said.

"I did spend most of my time here, Mrs. Freeman," I said.

"You kids sit down. I'll get the tea," Mrs. Freeman said as we entered the sitting room and I couldn't help but to smile.