April 10, 1912, Southampton Harbor.

The harbor has been crowded since early morning. The massive Titanic stands tall as if blocking the sky, moored at the pier, with faint smoke rising from its four funnels.

The footsteps of porters moving passengers' luggage continue without pause. Large suitcases and wooden crates are loaded in long lines, while stewards check the manifests and guide passengers to their respective cabins.

First-class passengers board the ship in impeccable suits and dresses, accompanied by family or servants. Men tip their hats in greeting or check their watches, while women, hands clad in gloves, clutch their travel bags tightly and look around at the surroundings.

In the distance, third-class passengers form long lines with their families. The faces of those leaving for America in search of a new life are filled with a mixture of excitement and tension.

On deck, sailors perform final checks. Ropes are pulled taut, and the sound of steam clashing with metal fills the harbor.

As the departure time nears, a low, heavy whistle echoes throughout the entire ship.

BWAAAAAAA—.

People on the pier begin to wave their hands.

The Titanic is just about to begin its maiden voyage.

No one knew that this giant ship's first voyage would be a journey that would change their lives forever.

As night falls, the first-class areas of the Titanic transform into a completely different sight from the day.

Chandeliers hanging from high ceilings glow brightly, and a warm light spreads softly across the gold decorations and polished wooden walls. As the musicians begin their set, the chatter of the crowd mingles with the gentle music.

The men wear black tailcoats and white bow ties, while the women adorn themselves in glamorous dresses and jewels. Silverware and glassware are neatly arranged on the tables, and the sound of champagne glasses clinking lightly can be heard throughout the room.

On one side, nobles and businessmen converse, while on the other, young couples dance slowly to the music.

Someone brings up stories of European high society, while another speaks of business in America and the dawn of a new era. Laughter and music fill the entire hall.

Outside the windows, the black sea stretches out endlessly.

Vivian Hugo, who has absolutely no interest in such social parties, scans every corner of the ballroom until he spots you in a corner, sipping wine alone, unlike the other ladies.