LOVE DOESN'T ASK WHY
Chapter Fourteen
Three Months Later
Titanic II
It was mid-afternoon on July 16, 1998 when
Jack and Rose made their way to the ship’s director's quarters. Jack and Rose
knocked on the door, and a man in a pink blouse with a blue sweater and khaki
pants answered the door.
"Can I help you?" the man asked.
"Yeah. We were looking for the ship’s
director," Jack said.
"Oh, well, you came to the right
place," the man said, and chuckled. "I’m Frank, and this is...Libby!
We’ve got company!" Frank yelled, opening the door a little bit more.
"Oh, hi. I’m Libby, Frank’s
helper," Libby said, and shook Rose and Jack’s hands. Libby was wearing a
khaki outfit. She had a jacket and a skirt, and under her jacket was a maroon
blouse with a strand of white pearls.
"Hello," Rose said.
"A pleasure," Jack said.
"Come on in," Libby said, opening
the door for them to enter. Jack and Rose sat down in two chairs, which were in
front of the desk. "Now, how can we help you?" Libby asked, sitting
down in her chair while Frank leaned against the desk.
"Well, we were planning on getting
married," Jack said.
"Darn!" Libby and Frank said in
unison.
"Well, what we meant was, all
right!" Libby said.
"Yeah, exactly!" Frank said,
agreeing.
"Were you planning on having an open wedding,
or just you two, the captain, and a cake?" Libby asked.
"How about open?" Rose asked.
"Yeah," Jack said.
"All right. Now, remember, anyone can
come to this wedding," Frank said.
"All right," Jack said.
"Okay, so...you were planning on having
a cake, right?" Libby asked.
"Yes, of course," Rose said.
"All right. Yes on the cake," Frank
said.
"How about decorations?" Libby
asked.
"How about it, Jack?" Rose asked.
"Yep," Jack said.
"All right. Yes on the
decorations," Frank said, writing this down.
"Were you planning on having it in the
ballroom, where they usually are?" Libby asked.
"Yes," Jack said.
"Yes on the ballroom," Frank said.
"When would you like to have this event?"
Libby asked.
"Tomorrow, if possible," Rose said.
"Tomorrow," Frank said, writing it
down and closing his notebook.
"All right. Well, we’ll start
decorating. Is tomorrow at two okay?" Libby asked.
"Yep," Rose said.
Frank sighed, opened up his notebook, and
wrote it down.
"Well, that's all. We’ll see you
tomorrow," Libby said.
"All right, then. Nice meeting
you," Jack said, shaking Frank’s hand.
"You, too," Frank said, smiling and
shaking his hand.
Jack jerked his hand out of Frank’s. Jack and
Rose left the room, and Frank rubbed his hand.
"I’m never washing this hand ever
again," Frank said.
Libby sighed, and said, "Yes, you will."
She started to leave the room.
"I know," Frank said, following
her. "Hello," Frank said, spotting a man walking down the corridor.