What If I Chose You Over Eternity? Part 2:
It felt very much foreign to have a man who wasn't her dear brother Michael or John to escort her down the chilly, raining streets of London. He was a tall gentleman with a charming smile and Wendy could easily see why her father had approved this young man named Daniel T. Laurie as her possible suitor.
Well you see, Daniel T. Laurie was a fairly tall man with thick brown hair which was gelled back and he had deep hazel eyes. He would be considered physically appealing to most women, but he didn't particularly attract her although he was sweet enough to hold the umbrella for her. For example, his deep hazel eyes did not suck her in... only if his eyes were blue, they may have gravitated her into his charms. At the same time, he was quite similar to her father; proud, well-spoken, and very, very serious. It was evident as he continued to brag about his career and its great success and achievements. Wendy noted how boisterous Daniel could be, perhaps it was his unique yet boring way to amaze her.
Meanwhile she smiled politely and nodded at the right moments to show that she was listening to his long, bland stories. Wendy held back from sighing or opening her rather enjoyable novel that she didn't have the chance to finish since her mysterious dream. She wouldn't have suspected that to be the start of her father's obsessive desire to get her wed to a wealthy, successful man... like Daniel. Wendy never knew how keen a man could be about marriage since she had no desire to marry anyone because she wasn't in love with anyone.
That was why she originally decline her father's offer which then morphed into long, bothersome protests to meet the men he had personally selected. As her father's rant prolonged, the topic of marriage become more tiresome and simply depressing. Even so, she didn't want to meet whoever her father desperately wanted to introduce her to. Obviously his patience didn't last far too long and turned into rampageous fits of rage; when she was much younger, his anger did scare her, but as she aged, she became much more accustomed to his stormy and absolutely-no-silliness bouts.
Her life experiences explained how she was able to say numerous "no " to her father and she wouldn't have given a consent to today's affair if it weren't for her loving mother who seemed much like a saint in her eyes. Her mother had knocked on her door and gracefully stepped into her chambers when Wendy felt like tearing up at her father's last furious roar. Her mother swept her in a kind embrace and as a woman, she seemed to understand her growing frustration. She shushed her quiet whimpers and rocked her like when she was a little girl. She softly said, "It's only one meeting to see if you like the lad. Just try to have fun love because it's just a friendly meeting."
It was amazing how her mother could always see the positivity in any situation and Wendy loved how she always knew the exact words to say in order to make her feel better. With some of her encouragement, she found the strength and the willingness to give the unknown man the chance to woo her. It was even better when her mother helped comb her light brown locks into a beautiful bun while a few strands fell down loosely. The occasion felt even more meaningful when her mother leant her favourite silver butterfly pin and used it to hold her hair tightly. To perfect her attire, she also wore her new, silk made, creamy beige, sheath dress while a thin gold necklace hung around her neck. For the final touch, she lightly used her make-up to rouge her lips, powder her cheeks, and outline her eyes with a gentle tone.
Truthfully getting ready for the rendezvous was far more fun since she was never given the chance to say a word. It was incomprehensible because according to her father, Mr. Laurie had romantic interest in her, but the man before her didn't show any interest in getting to know her as a person. Finally, he smiled down at her and said, "I think you'll enjoy the café we'll be going to."
Wendy showed interest as she loved going to different cafés whenever she had the chance. She enjoyed sitting in quiet areas, reading her novels and using her imagination to begin a fantastic story. She also enjoyed writing poems and small letters to her close friends and her brothers whom she would never forget to mail. She excitedly asked, "Which café is it?"
Daniel chucked and said, "You're finally showing enthusiasm. It was a good idea to ask your father about the places you liked."
Wendy innocently demanded, "You talked to my father?"
He answered matter-of-factly, "Of course. Your father is an amazing man and I am more than inspired to become like him. You know he cares about you deeply."
She frowned as she found it extremely difficult to conjure an image of her father speaking honestly about his feelings with anyone- which was amazing since she had one of the most developed imagination according to her family and her friends. Furthermore, as long as she has lived, her father had never truly had a single heart to heart discussion with her.
After all he wasn't willing to explain his thoughts about her marriage nor discuss about her feelings about the subject. So all she could do was meekly say, "I'm sure he does."
Daniel stared down at her and he could only smile at her softly. Instead of further discussing the sensitive issue that Wendy had with her father, the two harmoniously treaded through the wet, slippery streets. As they walked, Wendy almost believed that she and Daniel looked just like any other couples in Britain. The trip remained cold as the whipping wind nipped at her reddened skin and Wendy secretly scolded herself for choosing the wrong outfit.
It truly gladdened her when Daniel finally pointed at a small café which was conveniently located between a flower shop and a book shop. Yet at the same time, it was astounding because the small stores were fairly close to her home and she had never seen this place! It may have been small, but she loved the aspect of a cozy café.
Wendy gingerly stepped into the shop while Daniel shook off the water of her black umbrella. She tried her best to comb her hair back to its original position and a deep, husky voice said, "Welcome Ms. Darling."
She froze and slowly dared to raise her eyes to peer into those hauntingly familiar pale blue eyes and they magically drew her into the depth of his soul. Everything about his face seemed familiar; from the blue eyes to the pink lips, the pale skin, and the messy, blond hair. The in front of her almost seemed magical and otherworldly. It made her want to softly touch his handsome face and run her fingers through his thick, unkempt hair; he just seemed so familiar. It was frustrating not to fully recognize him.
Yet the waiter did recognize her, otherwise why did he call her name? Wendy was shaken back to reality when Daniel gently touched her shoulders. He calmly said, "I registered under your name."
The simple answer made her feel a spark of sadness and the young man turned away to lead them to the table near the windows. Nevertheless it didn't let her keep her hopeful eyes on the young lad who walked away behind the counters. Unlike Daniel who was eagerly reading the menu, Wendy kept glancing at the blonde and she blushed deeply when he too stared at her.
Their was an air of sadness around him as he furrowed his brows and she was stunned beyond belief when she heard him faintly whisper, "Wendy Darling."
If her partner had used her name for the reservation, he wouldn't have given the workers her full name and when he said her name, it sounded so wonderfully right and perfect. Then she finally recalled her hazy dream about a young boy. Was it insane to blindly believe that the barista and waiter was the same young boy that kissed her so sweetly in her dream?
And she dared to walk over to the young man and held her breath as she asked, "Sir, what is your name?"
Unexpectedly, he firmly held onto her hands, furrowed his brows, and stared into her eyes expectantly as he slowly said, "My name is Peter Pan."
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