Cinderella and the Dinner
"Oh, who is this lovely gentleman?" a woman cried, observing the young man that stood in front of her.
"It's just me, Ma." the young man said, smiling charmingly.
"No, dear, it can't be. You are different from when I met you!" she smiled motherly to him "Oh, dear, I hope you behave as well as you look tonight!"
"Of course I will, Ma."
"Oh, my little man!" she was almost crying with happiness. She stood up and hugged hm. "Thank you!"
"For what, sweetheart?"
"For being so good for me and for teaching me everything you know."
"You don't need to."
"I love you, Ma."
"I love you too, sweetheart."
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Wendy looked at the dress that lied on her bed. It was simple and blue. She wondered about what was the occasion, but put the dress on and looked at the mirror.
"Hey, Wendy..."
"Michael, haven't I told you to knock on the door before entering? What are you looking at?" she asked when she saw that her brother was looking at her with his mouth wide open.
"You look just like Cinderella! At least for what you used to say in your stories..."
"Michael... Anyway what were you about to ask?"
"I... Wendy, will the nursery window be open again?"
"What?... Oh, the nursery window... I don't think it will be open again... Peter forgot us... Well, that's if he's real, which I doubt."
"Yes, he is, Wendy. You can't forget him, Wendy, you can't... You loved him... He loved you..." he said, crying.
Wendy didn't know what to do. She herself wanted to cry, but instead of doing that she hugged her little brother.
"Michael, sweetheart, what happened? Why are you crying, dear?" asked Mrs. Darling who lied near the door.
"Nothing, mother, he just had a bad nightmare this night... and he's still afraid of it..." answered Wendy, not daring to tell the whole truth to her dear mother.
"Now, dear, don't cry for that. It was just your imagination. Now, would you get dressed, sweetheart? We can't be late for the dinner at Mr. Wiseman's house." Michael nodded and went out off the room, cleaning his tears.
"Mother, can you please explain me what is this dinner about?"
"Well, you know that your father is trying to get a better position at the bank... and some days ago, your father was observed by Mr. Wiseman, who is the vice-president of the bank, doing his work. And Mr. Wiseman liked the way he worked and invited us to have dinner at his house, just to talk with your father and see if he can be promoted, darling."
"But why are the boys and I going?"
"I don't know why, in fact. Mr. Wiseman just told your father to bring his children... And it will be a way for you to prove that you are a true lady."
Wendy smiled, but her mother noticed something: it wasn't Wendy's beautiful and motherly smile; it was a sad smile, full of tiredness.
"What happened, dear? You seem sad and tired."
"It's nothing, mother. I've just been having some bad nights..."
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Mr. Wiseman's house was really big. It was as big as the garden, which seemed to have every type of flowers that existed in the world. Wendy wondered what would it be like to run in there, with no shoes, just with a nightgown. It would be like a dream...
Suddenly, her attention was on the door that was opened, showing a man that seemed to have the same age as her father.
"Mr. Darling, welcome to my house." He said happily, shaking her father's hand "And these lovely children are all yours?"
"Well... Yes... they are."
They entered the big mansion, which seemed to get bigger and bigger.
"Shall I have your coat, madam?" asked a man.
"Yes, please."
After walking through the hall, they entered in a medium-sized room, very comfortable, with sofas leaning against the walls. There was a simple chandelier and there was a little table among the sofas. It seemed to be a waiting room.
In that room there were two more people: a woman and a young man that seemed to be as young as Wendy, who was simply looking at him.
"Oh, who is this lovely gentleman?" a woman cried, observing the young man that stood in front of her.
"It's just me, Ma." the young man said, smiling charmingly.
"No, dear, it can't be. You are different from when I met you!" she smiled motherly to him "Oh, dear, I hope you behave as well as you look tonight!"
"Of course I will, Ma."
"Oh, my little man!" she was almost crying with happiness. She stood up and hugged hm. "Thank you!"
"For what, sweetheart?"
"For being so good for me and for teaching me everything you know."
"You don't need to."
"I love you, Ma."
"I love you too, sweetheart."
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Wendy looked at the dress that lied on her bed. It was simple and blue. She wondered about what was the occasion, but put the dress on and looked at the mirror.
"Hey, Wendy..."
"Michael, haven't I told you to knock on the door before entering? What are you looking at?" she asked when she saw that her brother was looking at her with his mouth wide open.
"You look just like Cinderella! At least for what you used to say in your stories..."
"Michael... Anyway what were you about to ask?"
"I... Wendy, will the nursery window be open again?"
"What?... Oh, the nursery window... I don't think it will be open again... Peter forgot us... Well, that's if he's real, which I doubt."
"Yes, he is, Wendy. You can't forget him, Wendy, you can't... You loved him... He loved you..." he said, crying.
Wendy didn't know what to do. She herself wanted to cry, but instead of doing that she hugged her little brother.
"Michael, sweetheart, what happened? Why are you crying, dear?" asked Mrs. Darling who lied near the door.
"Nothing, mother, he just had a bad nightmare this night... and he's still afraid of it..." answered Wendy, not daring to tell the whole truth to her dear mother.
"Now, dear, don't cry for that. It was just your imagination. Now, would you get dressed, sweetheart? We can't be late for the dinner at Mr. Wiseman's house." Michael nodded and went out off the room, cleaning his tears.
"Mother, can you please explain me what is this dinner about?"
"Well, you know that your father is trying to get a better position at the bank... and some days ago, your father was observed by Mr. Wiseman, who is the vice-president of the bank, doing his work. And Mr. Wiseman liked the way he worked and invited us to have dinner at his house, just to talk with your father and see if he can be promoted, darling."
"But why are the boys and I going?"
"I don't know why, in fact. Mr. Wiseman just told your father to bring his children... And it will be a way for you to prove that you are a true lady."
Wendy smiled, but her mother noticed something: it wasn't Wendy's beautiful and motherly smile; it was a sad smile, full of tiredness.
"What happened, dear? You seem sad and tired."
"It's nothing, mother. I've just been having some bad nights..."
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Mr. Wiseman's house was really big. It was as big as the garden, which seemed to have every type of flowers that existed in the world. Wendy wondered what would it be like to run in there, with no shoes, just with a nightgown. It would be like a dream...
Suddenly, her attention was on the door that was opened, showing a man that seemed to have the same age as her father.
"Mr. Darling, welcome to my house." He said happily, shaking her father's hand "And these lovely children are all yours?"
"Well... Yes... they are."
They entered the big mansion, which seemed to get bigger and bigger.
"Shall I have your coat, madam?" asked a man.
"Yes, please."
After walking through the hall, they entered in a medium-sized room, very comfortable, with sofas leaning against the walls. There was a simple chandelier and there was a little table among the sofas. It seemed to be a waiting room.
In that room there were two more people: a woman and a young man that seemed to be as young as Wendy, who was simply looking at him.