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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, I actually finished chapter six much quicker than I had expected! Unfortunately, this cycle of fast chapter is slowly drawing to a close, the next chapter is the party, and I'm afraid you might be kind of unhappy with how that one turns out, but bear with me and I'll try and make everyone happy!
Love you all,
~Ellie~
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"Mother, I can't hardly breathe; must I wear a corset? I don't think I'm fat." Wendy breathed, wincing as her mother laced up another hole on her corset.
"Of course you're not fat, darling, but corsets are the fashion these days and if we want to stay high in society then we have to keep up with the latest trends, hmmm?"
Wendy nodded, frowning. She hated the damn things. They were like something she had read about in books, the Chinese Art of Foot binding. A way to keep women submissive and dainty, and in pain.
But looking at herself in the mirror, even she had to admit that she looked stunning.
Her dress was a soft yellow, with a gauzy, shimmering train and shawl. An empire waist gave the gown a renaissance feel, and her wavy hair was piled loosely atop her head, with a white flower setting off her pearly complexion. Her mother had done her makeup for her, and had brought out her beautiful read lips and blue eyes; as well as her perfect cheekbones.
"If he didn't think you were beautiful before, he certainly will now," Mrs. Darling murmured a she finished lacing Wendy's corset. It really was unfortunate that she had to wear the thing; really, it made her look very emaciated.
"Mother," Wendy began, "Who was your first love?"
"Why, your father, precious. Why?"
"Well, is he the one your hidden kiss belongs to? Is that why you married him?" Wendy asked, fearing her mother's response.
"Oh, my kiss never belonged to anyone else, dear. I truly love your father, as he loves me. The one who your kiss belongs to is always your true love. But these days...." she trailed off, and her eyes clouded over, "These days it is expected that you should marry one who can support you and look after you only financially. It's a pity, but if you can find someone with enough money to do just that, then it doesn't really matter if your kiss belongs to him or not. You have to make it belong to him."
Wendy was quiet for a moment. "I wish we could still love the way you and father did! It must have been ever so romantic.....how terrible that I must become a woman under such circumstances."
Mrs. Darling was lost for words. She only smiled at her daughter sadly, and then tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry it has to be the way too, my love. I truly am. But it must be this way. Now, I'm going to go get ready myself, the carriage will be here quite soon. Make sure you have everything you need before we leave, alright?"
Wendy nodded, and Mrs. Darling swept gracefully out of the room.
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Peter walked down the hall; he walked all the way to the second room to the right. John had mentioned that Wendy and her parents were going to a party tonight, and he wanted to know what exactly the party was for. They had had all sorts of parties back in Neverland, but he was sure that the parties in London were very different.
He knocked on the door. "Wendy? It's Peter."
"Oh, Peter, do come in!"
He opened the door quietly and stepped in; and his heart stopped.
What he saw before him was something more beautiful than he had ever seen in his life. Even more beautiful than a sleeping Wendy. His Wendy looked like a fairy in a shimmering yellow gown and a flower in her hair. His breath was caught in his throat, and when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.
And at that point, all the confused feelings rushed back into his existence. His defiance against the feeling of love started to crumble, and all that he could see was Wendy. His Wendy. He wanted to run to her and hold her in his arms, and tell her he loved her. But he didn't love her. That wasn't possible. He dismissed the thought as yet another one of his impulsive moments.
"You look beau-I mean, you're-I mean-I like your dress." Peter said dejectedly. He couldn't say what he wanted to say.
"Thank you," Wendy said softly. They stood and stared at each other for a minute.
"Wendy, I heard your mother and father talking about 'arrangements'. Wendy, why are you going to this party? Wendy? Are you ok?" He asked as Wendy bit her lip, trying not to cry.
"Peter, earlier this year my parents and I went to an affair at the governor's summer house. This was after father was promoted from clerk to manager, so at that point we were going to a lot of parties. So, at this one party, I was introduced to the governor's son, who wouldn't leave me alone for the whole party. I couldn't stand the way he looked at me throughout the whole evening."
"And?" Peter wasn't liking the sound of this at all.
"And before I knew it, before the evening was even over, my parents had jumped at the opportunity to make arrangements with the governor. All because he's a wealthy man and can support....me."
"But I don't understand; what does this have to do with tonight's party?"
"Peter-tonight is my engagement party. Peter, I'm being married of to Sir Edward Dean, the governor's son. Don't you understand?"
Peter shook his head worriedly.
"Married? I don't think I'm familiar with that word. But Wendy, this 'marriage' is hurting you, why are you doing it? Can't you tell your parents that you don't like 'marriage'?" he asked desperately, stepping forward and grabbing Wendy's hands, looking into her eyes.
Wendy tore her hands from his, tears falling out of her perfect blue eyes, tracing her doll face.
"Oh, Peter, of course you wouldn't understand. You're just a boy."
She turned and walked out of the room, and Peter followed, confused.
"But Wendy!" he called out to her from the top of the stairs as she began to ascend them.
She turned and looked at him for a moment.
"It was just a dream, Peter," she whispered, and then turned and fled down the stairs.
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Peter sat in the nursery with John and the lost boys. Nibs and Tootles were playing swords in the corner, he could make out sounds of "Die, Hook you villain!" and "I'll cut off your other one, you rapscallion!"
He smiled. They weren't thinking all of the confusing thoughts that burdened his mind. He wished he was a boy again; but when he thought of Wendy his want faltered, and he was drawn more towards her world.
"John, what's a marriage?" Peter asked suddenly.
John looked at his feet. Well, Peter, I don't know if it's really my place to tell you but . but marriage is...."
Peter looked eagerly at John, awaiting his response.
"Marriage is...."
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Afterthoughts-Muahahahahaha, major cliffie! But don't worry, I'll try and have chapter 7 up sometime in the middle of this week, I'm starting new classes this week so I might be a little pressed for writing time. But keep on reading and reviewing, that's my major source of motivation here, and tell a friend about 'I didn't Forget' so that I can get some more feedback, because it really helps hone my writing skills. (
I love you all,
~Ellie~
(O, and Shelly? You're my hero ()
Oh yes, and one more thing: would anyone like to beta my story, because I'm a little self conscious about putting out the chapters without some editing from people besides myself. I already have Athena on the job, but anyone else who wants to please email me @ clefai405@aol.com, thanks so much!!! *makes googly eyes*
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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, I actually finished chapter six much quicker than I had expected! Unfortunately, this cycle of fast chapter is slowly drawing to a close, the next chapter is the party, and I'm afraid you might be kind of unhappy with how that one turns out, but bear with me and I'll try and make everyone happy!
Love you all,
~Ellie~
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"Mother, I can't hardly breathe; must I wear a corset? I don't think I'm fat." Wendy breathed, wincing as her mother laced up another hole on her corset.
"Of course you're not fat, darling, but corsets are the fashion these days and if we want to stay high in society then we have to keep up with the latest trends, hmmm?"
Wendy nodded, frowning. She hated the damn things. They were like something she had read about in books, the Chinese Art of Foot binding. A way to keep women submissive and dainty, and in pain.
But looking at herself in the mirror, even she had to admit that she looked stunning.
Her dress was a soft yellow, with a gauzy, shimmering train and shawl. An empire waist gave the gown a renaissance feel, and her wavy hair was piled loosely atop her head, with a white flower setting off her pearly complexion. Her mother had done her makeup for her, and had brought out her beautiful read lips and blue eyes; as well as her perfect cheekbones.
"If he didn't think you were beautiful before, he certainly will now," Mrs. Darling murmured a she finished lacing Wendy's corset. It really was unfortunate that she had to wear the thing; really, it made her look very emaciated.
"Mother," Wendy began, "Who was your first love?"
"Why, your father, precious. Why?"
"Well, is he the one your hidden kiss belongs to? Is that why you married him?" Wendy asked, fearing her mother's response.
"Oh, my kiss never belonged to anyone else, dear. I truly love your father, as he loves me. The one who your kiss belongs to is always your true love. But these days...." she trailed off, and her eyes clouded over, "These days it is expected that you should marry one who can support you and look after you only financially. It's a pity, but if you can find someone with enough money to do just that, then it doesn't really matter if your kiss belongs to him or not. You have to make it belong to him."
Wendy was quiet for a moment. "I wish we could still love the way you and father did! It must have been ever so romantic.....how terrible that I must become a woman under such circumstances."
Mrs. Darling was lost for words. She only smiled at her daughter sadly, and then tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry it has to be the way too, my love. I truly am. But it must be this way. Now, I'm going to go get ready myself, the carriage will be here quite soon. Make sure you have everything you need before we leave, alright?"
Wendy nodded, and Mrs. Darling swept gracefully out of the room.
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Peter walked down the hall; he walked all the way to the second room to the right. John had mentioned that Wendy and her parents were going to a party tonight, and he wanted to know what exactly the party was for. They had had all sorts of parties back in Neverland, but he was sure that the parties in London were very different.
He knocked on the door. "Wendy? It's Peter."
"Oh, Peter, do come in!"
He opened the door quietly and stepped in; and his heart stopped.
What he saw before him was something more beautiful than he had ever seen in his life. Even more beautiful than a sleeping Wendy. His Wendy looked like a fairy in a shimmering yellow gown and a flower in her hair. His breath was caught in his throat, and when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.
And at that point, all the confused feelings rushed back into his existence. His defiance against the feeling of love started to crumble, and all that he could see was Wendy. His Wendy. He wanted to run to her and hold her in his arms, and tell her he loved her. But he didn't love her. That wasn't possible. He dismissed the thought as yet another one of his impulsive moments.
"You look beau-I mean, you're-I mean-I like your dress." Peter said dejectedly. He couldn't say what he wanted to say.
"Thank you," Wendy said softly. They stood and stared at each other for a minute.
"Wendy, I heard your mother and father talking about 'arrangements'. Wendy, why are you going to this party? Wendy? Are you ok?" He asked as Wendy bit her lip, trying not to cry.
"Peter, earlier this year my parents and I went to an affair at the governor's summer house. This was after father was promoted from clerk to manager, so at that point we were going to a lot of parties. So, at this one party, I was introduced to the governor's son, who wouldn't leave me alone for the whole party. I couldn't stand the way he looked at me throughout the whole evening."
"And?" Peter wasn't liking the sound of this at all.
"And before I knew it, before the evening was even over, my parents had jumped at the opportunity to make arrangements with the governor. All because he's a wealthy man and can support....me."
"But I don't understand; what does this have to do with tonight's party?"
"Peter-tonight is my engagement party. Peter, I'm being married of to Sir Edward Dean, the governor's son. Don't you understand?"
Peter shook his head worriedly.
"Married? I don't think I'm familiar with that word. But Wendy, this 'marriage' is hurting you, why are you doing it? Can't you tell your parents that you don't like 'marriage'?" he asked desperately, stepping forward and grabbing Wendy's hands, looking into her eyes.
Wendy tore her hands from his, tears falling out of her perfect blue eyes, tracing her doll face.
"Oh, Peter, of course you wouldn't understand. You're just a boy."
She turned and walked out of the room, and Peter followed, confused.
"But Wendy!" he called out to her from the top of the stairs as she began to ascend them.
She turned and looked at him for a moment.
"It was just a dream, Peter," she whispered, and then turned and fled down the stairs.
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Peter sat in the nursery with John and the lost boys. Nibs and Tootles were playing swords in the corner, he could make out sounds of "Die, Hook you villain!" and "I'll cut off your other one, you rapscallion!"
He smiled. They weren't thinking all of the confusing thoughts that burdened his mind. He wished he was a boy again; but when he thought of Wendy his want faltered, and he was drawn more towards her world.
"John, what's a marriage?" Peter asked suddenly.
John looked at his feet. Well, Peter, I don't know if it's really my place to tell you but . but marriage is...."
Peter looked eagerly at John, awaiting his response.
"Marriage is...."
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Afterthoughts-Muahahahahaha, major cliffie! But don't worry, I'll try and have chapter 7 up sometime in the middle of this week, I'm starting new classes this week so I might be a little pressed for writing time. But keep on reading and reviewing, that's my major source of motivation here, and tell a friend about 'I didn't Forget' so that I can get some more feedback, because it really helps hone my writing skills. (
I love you all,
~Ellie~
(O, and Shelly? You're my hero ()
Oh yes, and one more thing: would anyone like to beta my story, because I'm a little self conscious about putting out the chapters without some editing from people besides myself. I already have Athena on the job, but anyone else who wants to please email me @ clefai405@aol.com, thanks so much!!! *makes googly eyes*
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