*Millie*
I glance around to make sure we’re out of earshot of all the dinner guests then lean in and whisper, “I’d like to go downstairs.”
“Downstairs?”
“Yes, to third class.” I’m not even sure we can get there, but somehow they did in the movie. I’m guessing they lock the gates or guard them to keep people from coming up to first class, but maybe it doesn’t matter if we go the other way.
“I don’t know if that’s a wise idea.” His smile fades into a frown.
“You said you’d escort me anywhere I wanted to go,” I argue.
“I did.”
“And that’s where I want to go.” I give him my best puppy dog eyes, and he caves immediately.
“Very well.” He offers me his elbow again and we head to the exterior staircase, going down several flights until he pauses, holding up his hand then putting his finge
