Satine’s POV
I shivered in the lifeboat, staring absently at the Titanic, lost in thought. I blinked, and suddenly I was whirling around a dance floor, Christian in my arms.
"Christian! There's a ball coming up! We must go!" I waved the formal invitation in his face, and he smiled at me, bemused, before snatching it out of my hands and reading it.
"Yes, I'd love to go. It will be fun." I squealed and wrapped my arms around him in an embrace.
A week later found me standing in front of a full-length mirror, admiring the pale, champagne-colored dress I was wearing. It was strapless, hugging close to my skin before swirling out around my legs. My hair was curled to perfection, white pearls loosely encircling my neck.
"Satine! Are you ready?" Christian called, and I was jerked back to reality.
"Coming!" I replied, hastily slipping on my black heels. I ran out of the door and slid into the waiting car.
The ball was amazing. Dancers performed their dances with flawless perfection, perfectly in tune with the music. A small table laden with refreshments had attracted a small crowd. People talked to each other, making polite conversation, before being whisked to the dance floor.
We had barely arrived before I was dragging Christian to the dance floor, seamlessly entering in the middle of a waltz. I smiled up at Christian, blissfully happy as we whirled around the room.
Several people screamed and I was forced back into the present, leaving the warm ballroom behind. The Titanic had started to rise out of the water, sticking straight up in the air. It stayed there for a few seconds before an ominous cracking noise rent the air and the Titanic split down the middle.
"Christian!" I gasped, my heart hammering. There was the sound of terrified screams as one half of the Titanic rushed towards the water, being dragged down by its counterpart. It floated above the water for a few seconds before sinking below the surface.
The Titanic was no more.
And I no longer knew if Christian was alive.