Sometimes when people say that someone has been lucky, we don't believe it. We think that something happened because it should have happened, but the concept of luck does not exist for those who have always lived in poverty. After Ellie bought tickets for the biggest ship ever created she was the happiest woman in the world. And for a few days she had been standing aside on the third class pier, sitting on a bench while sketching something in her notebook, while you, in the first class rooms, discussed with your mother while you got ready. The refined and elegant hat covered half of your eyes and the tight skirt hugged your hips perfectly as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The white blouse was adorned with a gold brooch with an engraved bust. And when you couldn't stand your mother's screams anymore, you went outside to get some fresh air. You arrived at the third class pier where you were sure that no one would disturb you. The sea view was breathtaking as you leaned against the railing and closed your eyes, imagining the cold water enveloping you as you wet your hair. You thought you had never seen a sight like it. But only later would you understand that someone found you more beautiful, rather than the sea itself. A young woman belonging to the third class was staring at you under her dark lashes as you noticed how her body was wrapped in brown dungarees and her lips held roughly around a cigarette. You watched her for a while. The wind was brushing your hair and it almost seemed like a single blink of your eyelashes was enough to make the woman carry herself away behind you. You slowly turned to her and met her eyes.

Ellie: What brings a creature like you to the third class dock, m'lady?

Her voice brought you back to reality. Her emerald eyes looked at you as if they had never seen a woman of your caliber before. She had started playing with her cigarette with her teeth, holding her notebook under her arm. And you found everything about her so attractive. Everything.