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Narrative Essay On The Titanic

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While the car drives down on the cobblestone street toward the dock, I slowly sip the Pu’er tea trying to refrain myself from spitting it out onto Angeline’s cerulean dress. I eye it with disdain, muttering to myself of the many times I reminded her that jewel tones did not suit her skin tone. “What happened to the dresses that I picked out for you at Poiret’s boutique yesterday? Blue makes your skin look washed out, you know that Angeline,” I scold. “Accidentally ripped it,” my sister replies, giving a dismissive shrug and turns around. I glare at her back, wondering how she could only be a year younger than me when she acted like a child. The Isotta- Fraschini rolls to a stop, and I glance around taking in my surroundings as our chauffeur helps me out. Other noblemen and debutantes step out from their vehicles while the lower classes are giddy with the joy of having the chance to travel on such a grand ship. Everywhere around me are people either embracing their loved ones to say farewell and shouting bon voyage to their companion on the decks. The Titanic looms beyond the rails and I take in a breath. It is truly magnificent, Father wasn’t kidding when he said it was the ship of dreams. Being the daughter of a powerful businessman, I, Josephine Roux, am well known in the fashion industry, while Angeline took a taste to the makeup industry. As a result, Isoleta Star wanted to collaborate on a new clothing and beauty line, but their shops were located in America, not

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