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It had felt like forever before Millie and her brother parted their hug, "Don't hurt yourself. There are thieves in this ship, I'm sure of it," her brother cautiously reminded her. She made a small chuckle and playfully rolled her eyes. She ignored the sentence soon after, "I'll write to you and Clarissa everyday," Suddenly a horn blared, indicating the passengers to aboard the ship. Her brother gave a small peck on the cheek and a goodbye before sliding it his automobile. Millie waved as her brother drove off. She had feelings of regret and selfishness but she would try to ignore them as long as possible. Maybe she could visit once everything was settled.

She brought several bags for her trip. Five were filled with clothes, Three were her toys and books. One was for her jewelry and make-up, carefully placed in a box. She had her violin case slung over her shoulder and an art file, a bag where she kept her canvases, paint brushes and paint. She had a small bag she had brought along. It was simple with lace and pearls as decorations. She had her purse in it. Wads of money and other valuables she kept close. She picked up her bags using a stroller and walked across the crowded port. She felt a small speck of Independence each time she took a step to the ship. It would be her first time outside of England and America would start be the start of a new life. She touched her mother's necklace, reminding herself to achieve her goals.

She exchanged words with a stranger, one of the ship's workers, to direct her to the first class. She walked to the halls and smiled widely, the hall was luscious as if it was for a princess. Something in her gut tried to warn her but her amazement eclipsed it.