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First published December 13, 2022

Talent: acting, lying, being the distraction
Talent: contorting her body and tightrope walking
Talent: artistry that is used for forgeries
"Emilie could tell the others were on board when Josefa had pulled the three of them into her bedroom. Before she had even unveiled her plans. All the questions they asked seemed like a formality more than anything else."
"It's why she'd made boarding the Titanic her top prioirity. Not because of the Rubaiyat. Not because of her friends. but because of him, and how he had wronged her all those years ago."
"India isn't so different, you know," Hinnah said finally. "But I guess I miss...my ammi's cooking. She made really good food, but...you can't really find the right ingredients in Ireland."
A boy named Reza she'd played with since she was a little kid. When they were children, it was okay for them to be friends. But the older Hinnah grew, the more her body developed, the less "proper" it was for Hinnah to spend time with Reza."
[...]
"My parents always wanted me to be someone else. They didn't like that I had grown up so fast, that I looked sixteen when I was still only twelve. I couldn't have ever changed any of that."
"My mother liked these kinds of things too, but...she never helped me pick out nice dresses. She only ever wanted to cover me up; that was the most important thing a piece of clothing could do for me. I would have loved to go shopping with a mother like yours, Josefa."
"Unlike the rest of them, Emilie had all the privilege in the world, and that privilege was more than just wealth. She had grown up in a family that cared for and provided for her. She had never been left to fend for herself, unlike the rest of them. [...] But to Emilie, it simply meant traveling the world and indulging in her own whims."
"She had gotten a taste of the world. One where no boardinghouse wanted a Black girl like her."
[...]
"Jack interrupted Emilie by turning his sharp gaze on her, a frown plastered to his face."
Violet heaved a bored sigh. "Matron Wallis," she said. "Do you know who I am?"
"I have a feeling you're about to tell me."