Happy Bastille Day Everyone! For those of you who are in France reading this enjoy parading around Paris with decapatated heads on sticks. For those who don't know what I'm talking about and think I'm insane look it up. It's a real holiday I swear, established July 14th, 1789.
Well that was my little fun fact for the day. Annnnnnnd now, without further ado I present the anticipated chapter of the Wendy Peter reunion PART 1. I'm trying to think of a couple name for them. Does anyone have any suggestions?

Carriages pulled up to the Roger's doors from an incalcuable line that appeared to stretch for miles from the manor. It seemed unlikely that the house could really contain such a sum of people, all of which were unknown to the hostess herself. Wendy could not recall the last time she'd seen a man with such a ridiculously booming mustache that it required his wife's attention and clearly skilled hand to keep a coiled and sleek every waking moment. If she squinted hard enough through the upstairs window she could see his mask, equally as bulbous to the mustache. People were going all out for this celebration, it looked like this would be the party of the year. According to her mother everyone would be talking about tonight. That is why every detail had to be flawless, every refreshment divine, and the music absolutely sensational. If one thing went wrong then it would be ruined. No pressure.

Wendy readjusted the curtains and sighed. Tonight she was doomed. After observing the costumes that everyone else was wearing in all their over the top, festooned glory she could only cringe at the dress her mother had picked out. In fact said dress was laid on the bed now and Wendy hadn't even dared to look at it. It was okay though, how bad could it be? How bad could it possibly... Wendy stared wide eyed at what ever that wretched heap of skirts, and bows was supposed to be.

The dress was, well not really a dress. Wendy tilted her head to one side, and she thought she could see a green flamingo? No it was a dolphin mixed with a monkey, well what ever it was it was not going on her. The sleeves were far to long. Their were little green bows on her bright green mask that was so covered with gems the glare from the light it reflected made Wendy incappable of seeing the eye holes. The bodice like the mask was littered with gems and had the most outrageous feather neckline. Her skirts were layered, every one a different color with green at the top. She supposed that the colors were supposed to show when she danced but right now she was more worried about being able to lift the weight than whether or not the colors would show. Wendy shook her head and went to her closet and grabbed her sewing kit. This was going to be ugly Wendy thought as she set to work.

Peter skimmed above the endless line of carriages wondering why so many people were coming to Wendy's party. Even Peter didn't know a crowd as big as this. From the invitation he glimpsed a look at it seemed as though the celebration already started and all these people were still waiting. Of course Peter, still as impatient as ever couldn't wait a second longer and fled his carriage much to the depriciation of Tinkerbell.

The manor was now in sight and Peter expertly navigated through the trees out of sight from the security to the back of the house. He looked around and saw a balcony on the second floor, perfect. Peter quietly landed on the stone careful not to alert anyone of his presence and tried the door handle. He jiggled it around and turned to Tink who sighed miserably and flew into the lock. A few moments later Peter could open the door, and the pair entered a dimly lit, smoke filled library. Inside a large group of men were conversing and laughing with eachother. Luckily the abundance of film made it impossible for them to see Peter and Tinkerbell enter. The two did their best not to choke on the fumes as they blindly felt along the wall for the door. Finnaly Peter brushed up against the door and escaped into the hallway coughing and gagging trying hard to breathe. Tinkerbell could barely see and almost flew straight into Peter on her way rushing out.

"I hope that the rest of the house isn't this way because I wouldn't be able to survive.", Peter complained. Tinkerbell laughed.

"Shut up, I think I hear the party down stairs, let's sneak in and look for her." Peter smiled.

"Okay but I think you should stay in here". He pointed to his pocket and the tiny fairy flew in.

Wendy looked down at herself impressed. No one would certainly recognize her in this. It was the perfect way to go undetected from her mother and Jarrod. The bodice was a light emrald green with widely spread out beaded flowers. Her skirt was also the same color, but over it was a pale green skirt that showed the first skirt a little at the bottom. The dress was one strap and the strap looked like three wavy seperate lines that came off the dress a bit. On the vines were two extremely light green big roses with darker green trims. These two were only on the front and the back you just saw the vines. Where the bodice and skirt more towards where the left meet there were three of the same type of roses,(not in a line think of it like mickey mouses head and ears) and finnaly a green see through sash that starts at the roses, drapes around and then ends at the roses and hangs half way down the dress. Her mask was the same color as her bodice and had little swirl designs on the corners. Wendy slid it on and turned to inspect her make up job reassuring herself that no cuts or bruises were showing. When she was satisfied Wendy journeyed out of her room and into the hall. Then carefully avoiding the servants she snuck down the back staircase and into the ballroom.

Just as she suspected no one paid her much attention. She glided easily through the crowds without a second glance, well may be a few. She blushed under the curious stares and lowered her head swiftly walking away and straight into someone else. Her face turned even redder as she avoided eye contact while trying to apologize to the poor victim.

"Oh, I am so sorry my mistake I didn't see where I was going and just, well bumped right into you." She began to giggle nervously and mentally slapped herself for being so stupid.

"No it was entirely my fault, please excuse me." Wendy looked up at the stranger and sheepishly smiled at him, and then laughed a little.

"What's so funny?", he asked. Wendy stopped immediantly and smiled.

"Oh nothing it's just your mask. You do know that it doesn't have to cover your entire face."

The man laughed a little."Yes I suppose I could've shown up in something different."

"I suppose you could've."

"You know",the man said,"I think you are the first person I've talked to that hasn't bored me to death."

"Well it is a party after all." The man laughed again and then offered his arm.

"You are utterly charming, may I have the pleasure of this dance?" Wendy smiled at him then placed her hand on his arm.

"Why of course you may."