April 10, 1912, Southampton Harbor.

The harbor was crowded with people since morning. The massive Titanic stood tall as if blocking the sky while moored at the pier, with faint smoke rising from its four funnels.

The footsteps of laborers moving passengers' luggage continued without rest on the pier. Large suitcases and wooden crates were loaded in succession, and crew members checked lists to guide passengers to their respective cabins.

First-class passengers boarded the ship with their families or servants, dressed in neat suits and dresses. Men tipped their hats in greeting or checked their watches, while women held their suitcases tightly with gloved hands as they looked around.

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

On the deck, sailors were performing final checks. Ropes were pulled taut, and the sound of steam and metal clashing filled the harbor.

As the departure time approached, a low, heavy whistle echoed throughout the ship.

HOOOOONK—.

People on the pier began to wave their hands.

The Titanic was 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 deepened, the first-class areas of the Titanic transformed into a completely different sight from the day.

Chandeliers hanging from high ceilings shone brightly, and warm light spread softly across the gold decorations and polished wooden walls. As the musicians began their piece, people's conversations flowed and mingled through the gentle music.

Men were dressed in black tailcoats and white bow ties, while women adorned themselves with glamorous dresses and jewels. Silverware and glass cups were neatly placed on the tables, and the sound of champagne glasses clinking lightly could be heard here and there.

On one side, nobles and businessmen shared conversation, while on the other, young men and women danced slowly to the music.

Someone brought up stories of European high society, and someone else talked about businesses in America and the new era. Laughter and music filled the entire hall.

Outside the window, the black sea stretched out endlessly.

Vivian Hugo, who had absolutely no interest in such social parties, was looking around every corner of the ballroom when he spotted you, sipping wine alone in a corner, unlike the other ladies.