Chapter One

Outside the DeWitt-Bukater's house

"So… Did you understand the plan?" a man said

"Yeah, I did. But... But I didn't understand why we are doing this"

"I already told you. A thousand times. And besides, it doesn't matter why. The important thing is that we do it. Remember, you can't be recognize, not even by Rose. Is that clear?"

"Yes, it is. And you are lying. You never told me the exact reason. All you did was to mention a girl who is getting married and all don't know what else. But why are you doing all this? That's what I want to know".

"I'll tell you one of this days, but for now you need to focus on what I told you. Remember, by sure that when they leave to Philadelphia they take you with them. And also that an invitation is send to me… John Doyle. Don't forget: John Doyle."

"Do I look like an idiot? Seriously. You told me a thousand times that your new name is that, but I still don't understand the reason. Didn't you like your other name?"

"Kelly, is not that! Please, you have to help me. I'll pay you back, I swear. Anything you want you'll have it, but just help me with this. I can't get into the house, and you are the only one I know who is such a great actress to pretend to be a maid without being recognize."

The girl looked at her brother. He really looked desperate, which was very strange in him. He decided to help him.

"Okay. I will help you. But you better have a great excuse for this. I'll write you a letter telling you when the ceremony is and all that. Anything else?"

"Oh, Kell, that's great. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome. That's what big sisters are for." She smiled and added "Well, I should be going now. They told me to be there by noon. I don't want to be late for my first day. Take care while I'm not there."

"I always do. Good luck Kelly!"

Kelly watched him leave. He had changed so much since the last time she had seen him, almost 7 years ago. Why was he doing all that for a girl? She tried to understand, but she couldn't. She looked at her watch and entered the house.

Inside the Dewitt-Bukater's house

"Can you believe this guy? Three times! we had to send the invitations three times! I won't recommend him to one of my friends." Ruth shut up, waiting for her daughter to say something.

But Rose was beyond that conversation. In her mind she was still on the Titanic, with Jack. Jack. How long had it been? 6 months, already? It seamed like more. Although they had known for 3 days she had loved him with all her heart, and now he was dead… It still killed her to think that he had had to stay in that freezing water while she was safe on a boat.

But now she was paying him back. She had reached to the Carpathia, but Cal had found her. So now she was being force to marry someone she hated. Sometimes she thought that it would have been better to stay with Jack. But it was too late.

Something in her mind sense a silence so she nodded her head. Her mother apparently bought it, because she kept talking about the wedding dress. Rose couldn't help to smile when she realized how desperate her mother was to forget about those few days when returning from Europe.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and a young girl entered the room.

"Excuse me… Mrs Dewitt-Bukater? Hi, I'm Kelly, your new maid. The buckler told me you were here, so I came to introduce myself."

"Right, the new maid. But why did you came here? Go to the kitchen, Mary will show you what to do."

Kelly smiled at Rose and left the room while Ruth muttered something about girls who believed they were more important of how they really were. But Rose wasn't listening, and this time she wasn't on the ship of her dreams.

When she had seen the girl smiling, she had seen beyond her smile. She couldn't tell what it was, but something in her eyes seamed to say 'don't worry.' Plass, she looked very similar to someone Rose had known, but couldn't quite place her anywhere.

"I'm just kidding myself" Rose thought. "There's no one out there wanting to save me. The only one who did care is in the bottom of the see."

How wrong she was…