A tale of the titanic with Thomas Andrews

(Side note), the most chilling thing I've realized is that last night I watched the movie the titanic, and today it was 108 years ago she sank 💔

Adalyns point of view (POV)
As we attempted to find our room amongst the other first class passengers who seemed smug, I managed to get a view of the grand stair case, to say the least whoever had designed the blue print for this ship had made a beautiful vision come to flourish. Now captivating me and making me stop in my tracks to admire the stairs case. My parents went along to there room and I told I would catchup. "Whom ever made this?" I questioned out loud "it's truly the work of an astonishing muse" I continued, my neck craned to envision thee rest of it. Then a voice came from behind me... "I'm mighty grateful to see someone as your self admiring this piece" I could tell he had a slight accent maybe Irish? As the mans voice silences I turned around and to see a well dressed with his hands politely in font of him. As I fully meet his gaze, I realize that this was the man I had seen boarding and I neglected to tell mom and dad about this handsome gentleman. I must have had a startled look on my face because he began, "oh I'm sorry to have snuck up and startled you out of your thoughts miss, It's just nice to hear what others think" I walked off the first step and towards him to get a better view of the handsome fellow who had nearly startled me out of my wits. He was very handsome, steel grey hair with slight curls. Deep soft brown eyes that sparkled. As I walked towards him, still gazing into his eyes, (not wanting to break the gaze) I tripped on the bottom of my black dress. Preparing to fall, I braced myself but not before a pair of strong arms caught me, I inhaled a deep breath, as I realized it was he who caught me from the profound and well chosen cologne which smelt of vanilla, cloves and chestnut, lingered in my lungs a moment more.