After the Titanic leaves Southampton, Amaris and her mother walk towards their room in the first class. Jonathan is carrying some of the suitcases, together with two other servants who work on the Titanic. Amaris opens the dark wooden door of their room and steps inside. She looks around and smiles. She might hate luxury, but she has to be honest.... this room is absolutely beautiful. It's in Louis XIV style and has some amazing wooden panelling, veneers, and marquetry. There's even a fireplace, two private bathrooms and some artwork. 'Well... I must say that they did an excellent job with decorating this place.' Amaris mother says. 'It seems very suitable for us.' 'You mean suitable for you...' mumbles Amaris quietly to herself. Luckily her mother didn't hear that. She walks towards the bedroom and opens the door. She can hear her mother giving orders to the servants. 'This suitcase over there. And than this one on the chough. Careful! My jewels are in it!' Amaris sighs and closes the door behind her. She puts her hand range away and takes her hat off. She sits down on the bed and thinks for a moment while enjoying the silence. She closes her eyes and tries to forget about the wedding, New York, her fiancee and everything else. But it doesn't work. 'Oh dear God....' she mumbles. 'Why is this happening to me? Why me? Please, I beg you. Help me out of this.' She stands up again. 'Send help or send something! I don't want this stupid life anymore!' She throws her hat angry to the other side of the room. Then the door of the bedroom suddenly opens and someone walks in. It's Jonathan with a suitcase in his hands. She is a little bit startled by this, because it was so unexpected, and feels a little bit awkward. She begins to blush and quickly looks away. 'Oh, I'm sorry Amaris.' Jonathan says and bows politely. 'I didn't know that you were in here. Please forgive me.' 'Oh no, it's fine Jonathan.' Amaris says, still blushing. She picks her hat back up and is still a bit angry, which is clearly visible when she walks. Jonathan, who knows Amaris for a very long time, notices this. 'Amaris.' He says. 'Forgive for asking but.... is everything alright? You seem angry.' 'I'm fine.' Amaris says a bit to fast. Jonathan raises an eyebrow. 'Really? Because you behaviour and expression says something else.' Amaris sighs. 'You know me to well, Jonathan. You're right. I'm angry. Angry about that stupid arranged marriage my mother planned.' She firmly wraps her arms and sits back on the bed. 'How could she do that to me? I don't want to marry someone I never even met!' Jonathan sits down next to Amaris. He looks at her for a moment before he says something again. 'You know.... this voyage will take a few days. Maybe you can convince your mother to cancel the wedding during that time.' 'You think that will work?' Amaris says. 'I know my mother. She's as stubborn as a mule.' 'That's true, but you can always try. And if it doesn't work...' he smiles a little bit sadly. 'Well... then you're future husband can praise himself as the luckiest man in the world.' Amaris gives him a confused look. 'Why that?' Jonathan smiles. 'Because he has the privilege of marrying the most beautiful and wonderful girl in the world. You.' Amaris smiles slowly and is moved by his words. They stare at each other for a few seconds. Then Amaris leans a little bit towards him. Jonathan gets a bit nervous, but does the same. A thousand thoughts fly through his head. He loves her and wants to kiss her so badly. They are now only 10 centimeters away from each other. 'Jonathan!' Amaris mother suddenly yells from the other side of the door. 'What is taking you so long? You need to help with the other suitcases!' Jonathan leans back again en stands up. 'I'm sorry, madam! I'll be there in a minute!' Amaris also leans back and tries to hide her disappointment. 'I'm sorry, Amaris. I need to go back. I'll talk to you later.' Amaris nods and puts a fake happy smile on her face. 'Of course.' After Jonathan leaves the room, Amaris hides her face in her hands. 'Thanks a lot, mom.' She mumbles sarcastically

Meanwhile Sara Andrews is walking down the first class deck, looking at all the passengers. She's alone, because Thomas needed to handle some things. Sara talked to captain Edward Smith a few minutes ago, when she saw him in the first class dining room. She also had a good talk with John Jacob Astor, his wife Madelain and Benjamin Guggenheim. Sara walks to the railing and looks at the calm sea. She closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the sun on her skin. In a few hours they will arrive in Queenstown, Ireland, to pick up some other passengers. One of them is Molly Brown, someone who Sara looks forward to to meet. According to many stories she is a very funny, fierce and cosy women. Apparently she was married to a man who wasn't rich, but she married him out of love. Just like Sara did with Thomas. And a friend once told Sara that Molly is anything but what a first class passenger should be. That's something that makes Sara respect Molly even more. Also Sara never really liked the first class. She was born in a poor family and they never had much money. Her father worked at the White Star Line, building ships. Then her father finally got some promotion. Suddenly he got a higher rank at his work and was now allowed to even join the party's that the company organised. Also Sara and her mother needed to go with him to those party's. Sara was really nervous about that because she never went to party's where only rich people were. She even wanted to stay home.... but in the end she was glad that she didn't. Because that night was the first time she met Thomas. Sara was standing alone, not really knowing what to do, when Thomas came towards her. They talked for a long time, were seated next to each other at dinner and danced together all night. At the end of the party they kissed for the first time. It was absolutely amazing. 'Mrs Andrews?' A voice suddenly says behind her. She turns around and sees Edward Lewis, the doctor on the Titanic and a friend of Thomas. Sara smiles. 'Good morning, mr Lewis. How are you?' 'I'm quite well, thank you. You?' 'It could be better, to be honest.' 'Really? Why that?' Sara's smile begins to fade and she turns to face the sea again. She doesn't want Edward to see her crying. 'It's my daughter... she's sick.' Edward looks a bit shocked after hearing this. 'I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have asked.' 'It's okay,' she says with a weak smile. 'You didn't know.' 'Is your daughter with you?' Sara shakes her head. 'No. She's still with my mother. She was to sick to travel.' 'I'm really sorry to hear that, Mrs Andrews. I hope she'll get better soon.' Sara smiles. 'Thank you, mr Lewis....'