A VOYAGE TO REMEMBER
Chapter Seventeen
Isolde looked at Elizabeth with
wide eyes. Her whole story? Was this woman mad? Isolde wasn't sure she should
tell this woman about Harold. She was in first class. Things could get around.
Bad for both of them.
Isolde suddenly noticed the woman
looking intently at her. A look of recognition came over her face in a flash. A
very wide smile came over her face, one that reached her eyes.
"I've seen you before!"
Elizabeth exclaimed in excitement. "You're on deck at night with that
officer! Oh, what is his name?" She concentrated for a moment before
remembering. "Lowe, isn't it?"
"Oh, my," Isolde
whispered softly, more to herself than anything. "No one is supposed to
know about that."
"Are you joking?"
Elizabeth inquired in disbelief. "It’s some of the best gossip on the
ship! At least for the women, it is."
"It is?" Isolde asked
nervously.
"Oh, yes!" the woman
continued with a dreamy sigh. "The women think it's so romantic!"
"Oh?" the Welshwoman
asked curiously.
"Yes," Elizabeth
confirmed with a nod. "And he is handsome."
Isolde blushed. It was hard to
believe she and Harold were gossip for the upper class. Elizabeth was quiet for
a moment, but she was soon back to her talkative self.
"Isolde," Elizabeth
began with a grin, "I'd like for you to join me for brunch this
morning."
"I-I can't," Isolde
began in shock. "I'm really not supposed to be in the fancy areas."
"No, no," the first
class woman started with a laugh. "You are my guest."
"I don't want people to
recognize me!" Isolde ranted. "Or Harold!"
"After I'm done with
you," Elizabeth said with determination, "he won't remember your
name."
"Well..." Isolde
rambled nervously. "I suppose..."
"Yes!" Elizabeth
squeaked with happiness.
"But only for lunch!"
Isolde warned.
"It's called brunch,"
Elizabeth corrected her with a laugh.
Isolde didn't have a chance to
say another word, for Elizabeth pulled out a large leather suitcase. She opened
the top to reveal a miniature vanity and all the necessities. Isolde's eyes
widened. Elizabeth was on her way to transforming her.