Hello everyone, I hope that this chapter will go a little smoother then last time, so ENJOY!
Wendy stood in the corner of the room, watching everyone mingle. It was the evening of her birthday and her mother had invited many young ladies and gentlemen to the party to celebrate, even though she hardly knew any of them. She smiled at several of them, but she did not try to talk to them.
Wendy snuck over to the corner and sat on a chair, deciding that the only thing she could do to make the night past any faster was to wait it out. She watched the swishing of the dresses of girls as they went from one young man to another, hoping to catch the attention of a handsome, rich man. The men seemed just as interested to attract a beautiful lady to flirt with.
"Ah, Wendy, I thought that I saw you sitting over here." Wendy looked up to see Harry Martin standing over here. She smiled at him politely.
"Hello, Mr. Martin. I hope that you are enjoying the party."
"Oh I am, but it seems that you are not. Is there any reason why a beautiful young woman as yourself would sitting in the corner of her OWN party."
"Oh, well, I suppose I just do not feel like celebrating very much. But please, do have fun, I would not want to spoil it for you."
Harry sat down next to her. "Nonsense, I am perfectly happy, and you may call me Harry. I just want YOU to have fun and not have to sit in the corner the entire time."
Wendy smiled, but looked down at her hands, hoping that Harry would leave soon so she could be left in peace. But no such luck.
"So, Wendy, your mother seems to be a wonderful lady. She has the most wonderful ideas. For example, she has invited me to eat breakfast with your family tomorrow. She says that you and I should get to know each other and perhaps become friends. I though that was a smashing idea, what do you think?"
Wendy had stopped smiling and was wringing her hands. She knew exactly what her mother was doing. She wanted Wendy to marry a young, rich man, the whole point of this party, and obviously she believed that Harry Martin would be the perfect match. Wendy almost shuddered at the thought of marrying him. He may seem nice, but she knew that he was only interested in how a lady looked and not what was doing inside her mind and soul. He just wanted to marry a lady who would look good on his arm, but nothing else. She knew that she had to nip this in the bud before he decided to officially court her.
"Harry," She began, smiling once again as she turned to face him, "I think that you are nice man who has a good taste in, um, clothing, and I appreciate you humoring my mother, but I can assure you that I am not interested in pursuing a relationship above friendship."
He frowned, but he wide smile quickly returned. "I can assure you, Wendy, that I am not humoring anyone. I just wish to get to know your fantastic family better and become friends with you. I am sorry that you believe that your mother was trying to set you and I up, but that is not what I intend to do. Besides, what would be so awful with pursing a relationship together?"
Wendy scrambled to find an answer, but she did not want to be rude and tell him that she just did not like him. She decided that the best answer would be the reason that she was not interested with anyone, the truth. She whispered it to him but he frowned.
"I am sorry, but I cannot hear you." Wendy mentally glared at all the people who were talking and creating a rather loud atmosphere. She whispered it again, but he still shook his head. Finally, getting frustrated, she practically shouted it out.
"BECAUSE I AM MARRIED!" Every head in the room turned to her and Harry's mouth dropped open.
"What in the world! Wendy Darling!" Wendy grimaced as her mother and father headed towards her, but she knew that they would never believe her story of how she really was married and who her husband was.
Wendy dashed out of the room and upstairs, ignoring all the looks from the servants. When she got to her room, she slammed and locked the door, flinging herself onto the bed.
She had been trying to block Peter's memory from her mind, but she knew that she would never be able to move on with her life since she was still his wife. But she knew that she had to move back here to protect him and the boys, but now she was wondering if she should have just stayed there and fought right next to him.
Wendy wiped the tears that had begun to fall and pulled out the book under her pillow. She might as well learn what married people did now that she was considered old enough to begin courting for marriage. She opened it and began to read.
About and our later, Wendy lay curled up on her bed asleep, the finished book lying next to her. She did not know that someone was outside her window, watching her.
After a few minutes, the window opened and a shadow cast over Wendy's sleeping form. Soft footsteps landed on her carpet and padded over to her, where they stopped and the shadow leaned down over Wendy. A finger touched her cheek and slid down to her chin, where it stopped. It touched the small ring that hung around Wendy's neck tenderly.
Wendy stirred, tickled by the finger on her cheek, and slowly began to open her eyes. Her eyes snapped open and she opened her mouth to scream when she saw the shadow, but a hand clasped over her mouth and a finger signaled her to be quiet.
Wendy stared at the form, and then fainted.
So, better chapter? I thought so, although the suspenseful ending was half suspenseful, but I believe that some of you could easily figure out who it is. Oh well, I still liked it. Please review and let me know if you agreed. Until next chapter, Li Li
