"Absolute rubbish from start to finish. It was the worst I've seen in a long time," I overheard a man dressed much like Father speaking to Charles about the play.
I guess it really was that terrible then…poor Father.
"Well, I deeply apologize, sir." Charles bowed to the man.
That was Father's cue.
"I'll charm them next time, Charles," Father walked past the men with me trailing behind him like a pompous guard dog.
"I know you will, James," Charles noticed me hiding behind my father, scared to death of the older gentlemen. "Hello Wendy, darling."
I turned to him, becoming the lady-like girl that I am and curtsying very properly. "Good evening, Charles."
"My, my, James. Your daughter has such lovely manners!"
"Thank you, Charles," Father tipped his hat, then he turned to me. "Come along, Wendy. We mustn't keep the people waiting much longer." He said this to me in a rather bored tone of voice. I could tell he wasn't excited about this…
Neither was I, when it comes to that.
One thing I must mention to you. I absolutely despise my name. What were my mother and father thinking when they named me Wendy? I just don't understand it…
"Coming, Father." I hurried to his side, noticing Mother standing out in the crowd, chatting with Mr. And Mrs. Snow.
Father had become immersed in conversation, so I carefully removed my sewing from the pocket of my skirt, found a comfortable spot to sit, and began to work.
I know Father hates it when I sew…he says it's too lady-like. But I'm making something for him this time. Something that he may be able to use for his next play….
It is a picture of a young boy and girl floating above the trees kissing. So, you see…I was starting to believe…
Then again, I have been reading over Father's shoulder when he wrote. There's a page devoted to a boy and a girl floating above the trees…he put a side note that they were possibly kissing as well, but that was just side notes.
But, since I was supposed to be thinking about love, I decided to add the kissing bit. It adds the romance to this really beautiful, peaceful scene.
I looked up for a moment to see my mother standing over me. Getting to my feet rather quickly, I dusted my skirt and curtsied. "Hello, Mother."
"Hello, Wendy. I see you are working on your sewing skills. Does you father know you are sewing?"
"No, not exactly. He really doesn't…"
"Agree with me forcing you to sew all the time…you have made some lovely things in your lifetime, though, if I must say so myself."
I nodded, being respectful. "Thank you, Mother."
"You are quite welcome, dear. Now, we had better get your father and get going home."
I tucked a lock of my long, auburn hair behind my ear, curtsying once more. "Yes, Mother."
My mother nodded to me, then she went over to my father and tapped him on the shoulder. "James. It's time to get going, dear."
My father turned and saw me holding my sewing materials. "Wendy! I told you not to sew! Why don't you ever listen to me?"
"Because this time I am making something for you, Father."
Father looked at me with an expression of pure confusion, but he shook it off. "We'll talk about this later."
I curtsied to Mr. And Mrs. Snow, then I ran off to catch up with my family.
Personally, I didn't really want to leave just yet…there was someone there who I wanted to talk to…
But that's nothing of importance. He was just a figure in the crowd…
Someone who I would see again in a very short time, in fact.
A/N: WOW! You guys actually liked this one! Really? I am touched. Well, I really hope you enjoy the next few chapters…I'll be writing a lot now! Yay! Leave me a few more nice reviews, okay?