Chapter 3
Recap: "I better go get ready to meet my soon to be husband," I say quietly, before walking out of the nursery and leaving the boys all staring at the doorway, shocked.
Wendy's POV
I quickly rush to the w.c. and splash cool water onto my face, before changing into more appropriate attire. I hear the front door open and unfamiliar voices fill the house, so I elegantly walk down the stairs. I can't ruin this for my parents. I have to be the proper daughter they expect me too be. And who knows, maybe this boy may not be so bad.
"Wendy darling, is that you?" I hear my mother ask and I pray for my voice not to crack. "Yes mother!" I call out in a clear voice and I mentally sigh in relief. I walk into the sitting room to see a middle aged couple and a man sitting on the sofa. The woman is slightly pudgy, but overall very beautiful. She has full curly red hair and a warm smile on her face. The man is also overweight with dark brown hair and a beard as well, but has crinkles by his eyes, making him look more like a grandfather than the head of a very high-class family.
And finally, the young man, who I'm guessing is their son, looks up at me and smiles. He has broad shoulders and unruly dirty blonde hair that has obviously been attempted to be brushed, but to no avail. His features are chiseled and he has strong arms and is well built, no where near as pudgy as his parents. In fact, he looks nothing like either of them. Finally, I look up into his eyes and gasp slightly to see they are a vibrant green, a color I've only ever seen once in another boy. His eyes hold a certain mischievous tint behind them and I find that I could stare into them all day.
My father clears his throat, causing me to snap out of my thoughts and glance over at him. He looks at me expectantly and I nod slights, curtsying, before walking forward and gently grabbing Mrs. Pond's hand. "How do you do Mrs. Pond, my name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling, it is a pleasure to meet you," I say, shaking her hand. "The pleasure is all mine dear, but please, call me Mollie," She says, shaking my hand lightly.
I nod and walk over to Mr. Pond. "How do you do Mr. Pond? My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling," I say, shaking his hand and he smiles a warm smile at me. "I'm fine my dear, just fine. You never told me how charming your daughter is George. I may just have to marry her myself," He chuckles, winking and I smile awkwardly, my cheeks heating up.
"Oh Otto don't go scaring the poor girl, plus, I don't think Perry would be too keen on you snatching up his bride," Mollie winks and I glance over at the boy who is laughing. I smile and pull my hand out of Mr. Pond's and finally stand in front of the boy. "How do you do, Perry I presume? My name is-" "Wendy Moira Angela Darling, yes I gathered that," He says, smirking and I'm slightly taken aback.
"Now Perry don't be rude," Mollie tsks and I smile at her. "It's quiet alright Mollie," I say and Perry leans down kisses my hand lightly. "It's very nice to meet you mademoiselle," He smirks and I roll my eyes. "Not too cheeky are you?" I tease, smirking slightly as well and I see my father frown in disapproval. A lady shouldn't talk back. Blah blah blah oh well.
Perry opens his mouth and let's out a loud laugh, that sounds, almost like a crow. It sounds so familiar and it makes my heart hurt from memories, but at the same time, it's comforting and I can't get enough of it. "So, shall we start pouring the tea?" My mother asks and Mollie smiles. "Yes, let us." Perry gestures for me to sit on the love seat. I smile at him and daintily sit in the chair. Perry sits down beside me, but not too close. I lean close to him and whisper so only he can hear, "Such a gentleman." He smiles and winks at me. I look up to see Mollie smiling at us. Well, he's no Peter, but at least I can work with him.