Anne Shirley-Cuthbert is a 17 year old girl who's a 1st class passenger on Titanic, the ship is taking her to America to marry Billy Andrews a rich business man.
Gilbert Blythe is a 18 year old boy who won a 3rd class ticket onto Titanic in a last...
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1st class suit- Anne and Billy's room. - The main room of their large 5 room suite was full to the brim with unboxed piles of luggage. The clutter almost dampened the grand exterior that shone from every wall.
The golden floral walls glimmered as the suns rays bounced lightly on them, the large chandelier wobbled slightly as the ocean breeze drifted in through one of the open windows. Servers scuttled in and out of the room, bringing in new parcels and removing the rubbish that was left after they were unpacked.
Anne held a glass of wine, as she gazed at her collection of paintings. They were simply divine, all of them abstract works but they all captivated her. Especially the ones about nature, oh how she loved those the most.
She was tense as she could feel Billy's piercing eyes watching her from the doorway.
"Those meaningless splashes of ink were positively a waste of good money." He mused as he looked at the large pieces of art. It took all of Annes might not to roll her eyes at his distaste for anything that showed a glimmer of imagination- he really was an excruciatingly dull person.
"You couldn't be more wrong." She replied calmly, not showing her high level of annoyance. "These paintings are so fascinating. Like in a dream...the artist is beyond talented. What's his name?" She looked at the corner of one of the paintings she was holding. "Picasso." The name rolled of her tongue with ease. She smiled slightly as she looked at the very realistic flowers that were scattered across the piece of art.
"He will never amount to a thing Anne, trust me. At least they were cheap." Billy grumbled.
Anne watched as a nearby servant wheeled Billy's large private safe into the wardrobe in the next room. That safe held all of Billy's private belongings.
She turned her attention back to the painting, picking it up, she marched it into their bedroom and placed it on top of the dresser. Anne watched as her personal maid Jane hung all of her dresses into the large wardrobe, how she loved all of her new dresses- they were exquisite.
"It all smells so brand new!" Jane chuckled in delight, "i warms my heart too know when i crawl between the sheets tonight i'll be the first."
Anne smiled at her. She couldn't wait to dive into the warm comfort of the golden bed that stood before her. She would delight in going to sleep to the sound of the waves, however the thought sharing the bed with another was the only part that was unappreciated.
Billy entered the room, like a shadow cast over a sunny day. "And when i crawl between the sheets tonight, i'll still be the first." He chuckled lowly. Anne could see Janes cheeks flush at the innuendo, before she fled the room.
Anne tensed up as Billy walks towards her, placing his hands tight onto her shoulders in a possessive mannerism, not a sign of intimacy.
