Well.. here goes it!

I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
-Juliet, Act 1, Scene 3

"Nana! Oh for god sake, where is that girl?" Mrs Darling was usually a very patient woman, renound for being the most gentle and kind in London, though in the current situation, with her hair held in rollers, a few stray hairs flying away from the tight coils, rushing around the house trying to get small details sorted out, she wasn't the most patient. And to top matters off, she couldn't find her daughter.

Nana, the children's nurse bounded down the stairs, coming to a halt in front of the Lady of the house.

"Where is my daughter? Go, fetch her for me," she waved her hand, and the dog bounded off up the stairs in search for the oldest child, while she in return went to go and chase up the flower arrangements that had been held up.

Nana pushed the door to the nursery open with her nose, and trotted into the room, towards the girl seated in front of the dresser.

Sitting in her modest cotton dressing gown and combing through her wet hair with a silver brush, Wendy Darling, though beautiful, had an expression of deep sorrow. She didn't want a lavish party, like her Aunt Millicent and mother had insisted on as soon as she had turned fifteen.

Sighing, she placed the brush on the dresser and examined her reflection. She didn't see anything astounding as she stared into her own corn blue eyes. Her favourite aspect of her face was her nose, she has decided a few years before. Slightly upturned, it was a regal nose, with no bumps visible and a light dusting of freckles over the bridge.

"Oh, hello Nana, what are you doing here?" she asked as she noticed the large dog sitting at her ankles. The families of London laughed when they found out the Darling family had a dog for a nurse, but Nana was the most trained dog, and did her job better than many other nannies in the area, and displayed a true love for the Darlings.

Nana cocked her head, gesturing to the door and got to her feet, slowly walking forward, beckoning the child to follow. Wendy rose from her seat, and followed the dog out of her room and down the stairs.

"Oh, thank god! There you are!" Mrs Darling threw her hands in the air, with a light blush dusting along her cheekbones. "Come, I must speak with you...about a very sweet subject indeed.." Mrs Darling took her daughters hand, leading her into the drawing room.

"Sit my dear, sit," Mrs Darling fluttered her hands towards the pastel pink loveseat. Wendy sat, her eyes never straying from her mothers. Mrs Darling sat on the seat also, and reached forward, grasping Wendy's hands tightly in her own.

Wendy's eyebrows rose further up. "Mother, what has happened? Are you..with child?" Mrs Darling released one hand, and waved it.

"Oh no, my dear, this is not about me, but about you."

"About me? I do not understand.."

"Yes, about you my dear.. may I please ask you a personal question first...what is your opinion on marriage?" Wendy blinked.

"Marriage? Well mother, I haven't pondered on the subject...why do you ask?"

Mrs Darling released her daughters hands and cupped her own in front of her mouth, badly hiding an ecstatic smile.

"My dear, George has sent some news..Edward Couch, his boss's grandson, wishes for your hand in marriage!" Wendy's eyes widened, before her eyes rolled towards the ceiling.

"Wendy! Wendy!" The said girls eyes fluttered open and she took a large gulp of air. Her mother was knelt in front of her, wafting a handkerchief in front of her face.

"Oh, I'm sorry mother, I don't know what came over me." Mary Darling let out a sigh, and cupped her daughters cheek, looking deep into her eyes.

"Wendy my dear, I know you must be nervous, but do not fret, I was married a year before you to your father, and we've been happily married ever since..Edward, he'll be good for you."

"Don't you mean his money will be," she muttered under her breath, looking away from her mother's prying eyes.

"Off with you child! You must ready yourself for your party, Edward will be attending as well, so make sure you look your best!" Mary fluttered her hands towards the door, while collapsing into a pink overstuffed armchair. Wendy bowed her head towards her mother, and made her way towards the door, her feet dragging slightly with her shoulders slumped making her resemble a worn old hag.

Well...zee next update will be soonish...I think.. :')

No, seriously, soonish...I promise! I'm on a ROOAWWWL!

Well hope your run up to Christmas is shweeet ;)

All I want for Christmas is..LOGAN LEEERMAAAAAAAAN! Totally could get a Christmas number 1 with that song...

OH! and let me know what you think of the story so far, REVIEW- 'tis free :3

Saffym