Scenario:I'm lilly dewhipucater, forced to be the perfect daughter, my sister Rose and her
Fiance cal, take me on titanic. Little did I know I'd find the one person I'd spend forever with.
( Jack dawson/ artist/ Love intrest)
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I'm lilly dewhipucater, forced to be the perfect daughter, my sister Rose and her
Fiance cal, take me on titanic. Little did I know I'd find the one person I'd spend forever with.
( Jack dawson/ artist/ Love intrest)
My name is Lilly Dewhipucater.
I'm the little sister of Rose Dewhipucater, and you know what they say: "Jack of all trades, master of none."
Well I'm the jack.
I'm forced to be the perfect daughter, just like my sister, but we're complete opposites.
I'm forced to marry well like my sister, but I don't care about that stuff.
I don't care about being rich or famous or even well-married.
All I care about is me.
Sometimes I feel suffocated by the pressure of having a perfect reputation and making a name for myself in England in 1912.
I don't care about any of it.
I just want to be me…
But no one lets me be.
My mother lets Cal and Rose take me on the Titanic.
Little did I know that I was going to find the one person I was going to spend my whole life with.
I wandered around the ship, trying to find something interesting to do.
I had been on the upper decks, but they were so boring.
Everyone was so proper and polite, and it was stifling.
I wanted to be around people who were having fun, so I went down to the lower decks where the third-class passengers were.
It was like a different world down there.
The air was filled with laughter and music, and people were dancing in the aisles.
I stood at the entrance of a big room where a bunch of people were gathered around a man who was playing the accordion.
They were all clapping and singing along to the music, and it looked like they were having a great time.
I watched for a while, mesmerized by the scene in front of me.
There was a man sitting off to the side, sketching in a notebook.
He was completely focused on his drawing, and he didn't seem to notice anything else going on around him.
I walked over to him and looked over his shoulder at what he was drawing. It was a picture of the man playing the accordion, surrounded by all of the people who were watching him.
The man's hands moved quickly over the paper, adding more details to his sketch.
He was very talented, and I found myself wanting to know more about him.
"Hi," I said softly, not wanting to startle him.
He looked up at me and smiled.
"Hello," he said, his voice deep and smooth.
"What's your name?"
I asked him curiously.
"I'm Jack Dawson," he replied, holding out his hand for me to shake.
"I'm Lilly Dewhipucater," I said, shaking his hand firmly.
"It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too," Jack said politely.
"What brings you down here today?"