"Rose, my darling. Get ready as soon as possible. You have to look the prettiest to be the prettiest!"
I don't understand why I was to be the 'prettiest' if I'm clearly not the happiest inside.
Why the hell did my father died when he knows that all of our family's wealth belonged to him and that without him, we would be loaded with taxes and shits like that. That bastard! He threw the burden upon us by 'cowardly' jumping off the cliff when he knew that he had lost oozles of money!
I, Rose DeWitt Bukater, soon going to be Rose Caledon Hockley, is probably the unhappiest person in this hell.
"Darling?"
My breath stopped when I heard his voice. // Shivers ran through my spine and I slowly greeted him with a fake smile.
He was the devil. He was Cal Hockley.
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Blossoming Into The World
FanfictionWhat if Rose had not met Jack? . . What if all of those wonders, self-enduring moments had not happened at all? . . This is a sweet story about how a timid, dependent girl grew up to be the most admired woman of her time. . . . P. S- Constructive...
