A tale of the titanic with Thomas Andrews

(Cue my heart will go on)
As we stood outside my cabin door it was close to midnight, you could hear the softness of the ship lapping through the waves it was a bit chilly out in the hallway. Thomas drop my hand and pulled me into a kiss his arms had found themselves around my waist once more and he pulled me in for a kiss more passionate then the last of that was even possible. We broke from the kiss as I looked down and smiled, he tilted my chin up and ran his fingers through my hair "I should have braided your hair" his expression changed into a sad smile
"I hadn't known you knew how to braid" "there's a lot you don't quite know about me darling and alot I'm sure I haven't found out about you" he winked kissed my forehead and with that we said our goodbyes. I hadn't liked goodbyes so we called it until next time. I opened the door to find my parents still up, my mother came running towards me instantly with a million questions upon her!
"Adalyn we have been worried, we had a Stewart sent to our room and explained everything that happened are you alright? I'm sorry we didn't come looking for you but your father and I were under the impression that you were in good hands, and what might that be that your wearing, where on earth is your dress?"
"I was in fact in great hands" I started as I took my place on the love seat I told my parents about how ismay had paid to be seated next to me, but Mr.Andrews had paid much more and how ismay had exploded and threw a dish at me, and how my dress was in face beyond repair but that Mr.Andrews had a seamstress that could repair it for me, first thing. My parents were in disbelief not at all perturbed at my doings but at ismay. My father started off about how "I'll have that man in jail for the rest of his life, and see to it that he NEVER works on another ship again!" And that "the only ship he will be on will be a cargo ship to Japan!" My father was furious but I told him none of that was necessary and he would be put in the ships prison under Mr. Andrews and constable hails orders, and how I had appreciated the thought but that he probably wouldn't be seeing day light until the end of this trip. My parents had many more questions but I waved them off as I laid in bed, neglecting to tell them about my stitches. As I drifted off into a deep sleep, I knew it would be of Thomas, not of the evenings occurrence but of the exquisite man I'd come to long in these few short days. I was excited for dawn to to illuminate the day with possibilities for tomorrow.