It's been six years since my adventures with Peter Pan, and not a day goes by that I don't think about him. And yet, I haven't seen him since. My window stays open for him, but he hasn't come. I doubt he'd recognize me. I've grown up.

Everyone gasped as I walked down the stairs.

"Wendy," my mother said, "you look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."

My father took my arm. "My Wendy. A woman."

I smiled at him, for tonight would be my fist public appearance with my fiancé since we were engaged. We were going to the engagement party of our friends.

I was feeling pretty in my palest of blues satin dress with the off-the-shoulder sleeves. I felt like a woman.

"Has Fred arrived?" I asked, gazing anxiously around the room.

"He's in the parlor, dear," Mother answered.

Father guided me toward the parlor. We entered, where my seven brothers were sitting. Fred turned around and grinned.

"Hello, Wendy," he breathed. "You look absolutely wonderful."

"Thank you," I replied, blushing. Truth is, he looked wonderful, too, with his black hair and vivid blue eyes, wearing his tails.

"You two had better hurry. You want to make a good impression." Mother ushered us out the door. "We'll be along before long."

I waved as we got into the waiting car, complete with a chauffer.

Fred was the grandson of Sir Edward Quiller Couch, the president of the bank at which my father works. Through the years he managed to work his way up in ranks, where he is now an executor.

I stared out the window as Fred told me about his day, in which he ran into James, the person whose engagement party we were heading to.

"James and Margaret are so excited. They send their congratulations," Fred said.

But I wasn't listening. As happened so much lately, I was thinking about Peter. It was the name James that did it, for hearing the name reminded me of James Hook, captain of the Jolly Roger, and Peter's arch enemy. Well, former arch enemy.

It wasn't just James that would send my thoughts spiraling to Neverland. Five of my brothers were once Lost Boys, Peter's closest friends, and they were always wondering about Peter, saying they would love to see him again.

What's Peter doing right now? I wondered. Is he thinking of me? Does he ever think of me?

"Wendy? Are you all right?"

Shaken from my thoughts, it was a few moments before I answered.

"What? Oh, nothing." No one outside my family knew about my brothers' and my adventure. We told people we had rescued my adopted brothers from the street.

Fred smiled and took my hand. "It's all right. I'd be distant, too, if I had an engagement party and a wedding to plan."

I smiled at him. That was one of the things I loved about Fred. Dense though he might be at times, he was extremely understanding, even though he was wrong with what I was worried about.

We arrived at Margaret's parent's house before long, Fred helping me out. We walked arm in arm up the front stairs.

"Wendy, darling!" Abagail, Margaret's mother, exclaimed. "Thank you so much for coming! And congratulations on your engagement!" Abagail and I embraced.

"Thank you very much! Mother and Father are on their way," I told her.

Fred finished greeting Abraham, Margaret's father. We walked in together, and were immediately surrounded by friends.

After showing off my ring and catching up, I got a little bored with the man talk. Some girlfriends and I went off to our own little corner. I was listening to Elizabeth and her story about her neighbor, Mrs. Pugh. I laughed, and when I looked up, I locked eyes with someone who looked strangely familiar.

Just as I was trying to get a closer look, the person disappeared.

"Wendy? What is it?" Elizabeth looked at me imploringly.

"What? Oh, nothing, nothing. I just thought I saw......someone. It doesn't matter. What were you saying?"

Elizabeth looked at me for a second, not sure of whether she should believe. After a moment, she continued her story, but I was not listening. I thought I had just seen....No!! It couldn't have been. That would be impossible. But what if...

I shook the silly thoughts from my head. Tonight was Margaret's night, and I was going to be there for her.