Forbidden Fantasy 5

Sorry for taking so long. Ive been busy since school started and all but hope you still like my story.

At 3 the next day, Tawny showered and slipped on her most delicat piece of clothing she had. It was a dress down to her ankles that was the color of tan and tight at the waist and fluffy at the bottom and at the end of each arm. She tied her hair up to a bun and curly strands of hair fell from the sides of her face making her look elegant.
She took out a bottle of perfume that has only been used once on a special occasion and spritzed some on her. Feeling pretty, she grabbed her bag and slipped on the money she had left just incase which was ten dollars, and slipped in a book of poetry which she liked to bring everywhere she went.
What am i doing? Tawny asked herself. I'm turning into one of them! One of the snobby bitch ass rich people. And just because of HIM. This is nor good. She looked at herself in the mirror and said, "But i've never really felt this way before. That's not good either."
"Sweetie? Who in the world are you talking too?" She turned to see her mother in rags while she was staring at her in awe. "Honey? What's going on? Are we invited to a party?"
"No, mama. I was just going to town to get something for us, later."
"What for? And why dress elegantly?" Her mother looked at her suspiciously. "What is going on, my dear?"
Her mother saying 'my dear' made her think about Spencer Montgomery. Ugh.
"Nothings going on, mama. I just wanted to get my family something in return this time. And i told myself it wouldn't hurt for me to dress nicely once in a while." Tawny replied nervously.
Her mother looked at her closely then shook her head and chuckled. "Okay, sweetie. I'll give you some money --"
"No, mother. I want to get YOU something this time, since you always get us something. I don't want you to waste your money on something that i insist on buying. DOn't worry i have enough money. Take my gift as something in return for all your hard work."
A tear fell down on her mother's cheek. "Bless you, my child. How did i get so lucky?" her mother said, giving her a hug and walking away.
Guilt rushed through her and she felt awful with lying to her mother. Walking out of the house and saying goodbye to her family, she walked out back before heading anywhere else, bending down on the ground by a tree she kissed the stone lying there with her father's name on it. Jeffrey St. Clair. 1863 - 1999, Died for war. A loving father and husband.
She looked at a picture lying by a cross made of sticks and said, "Hi, Papa. I miss you. It's been 3 years and...and..." she didn't know what to say, fat tears forming in her eyes, she walked away and ran toward the big sycrome tree.

Spencer's POV
"Mother! Be quiet please. I am about to leaving and you are still babbling on about whatever." Spencer said, nastily at her mother.
"Be still, my beating heart! I will not be talked to like that, young man. You have a responsibility, as soon to be king. You should be absorbing what your father is doing!" his mother yelled.
"You mean sitting on a fat chair all day, yelling at people and ordering them around like slaves?!?" Spencer yelled back.
"They are slaves!"
"Mother! Shut up. I must be going now. I am meeting a young lady in town." He said and was about to leave when his mother grabbed his arm.
"In town? With peasants? What has gone through your head, Spencer! Get to your room right now, young man! Now!"
"Mother, i am 22 years old, seriously old enough not to go to my room when you ask me too."
"Right now, young man or you are not allowed to leave at all and i can do that. I'm am, after all, queen. So git!" Mother yelled, pointing at the stone stairs that led upstairs to all 50 bedrooms or more.
Sighing and grunting. He follwed. "Damned mother!" he yelled on the way upstairs, he heard her mother gasp and smiled.
Upstairs, he looked at the clock. "Damnit." 4:30, it said.

Tawny's POV
It started to rain. Tawny didn't know wether to be sad, hurt, angry, or worried that her only nice dress was ruined. The thick branches of the tree and the big leaves kept her from getting too wet. But it has been half an hour after 4 and there was still no sign of Spencer.
She had been stood up.
Rich people, she thought, they are all alike.
Tawny stood up and started walking away. A minuet later, her dress was soaked. She reached up and untied her ponytail. Her hair stuck to her face. Her perfume scent has been washed away by the hard rain pouring from the sky. Her dress was ruined.
SHe tried so hard to look pretty for Spencer. To make sure that this time, the guy looked back at her and say, "Hey, she might be the one."