Post by Spencer Lillian Montus on Apr 30, 2013 20:28:22 GMT -8
Spencer Montus
[/font][/center]Spencer slipped through the front door, trying her best to not sound the bell and alert everyone in the shop that she was in. Her spy attempt failed, and the loud ding rang in her ears. Nothing ever worked out when it came to being invisible, at least not for Spencer. When kids complained about their crush not noticing them, or how popular kids never knew those certain kids existed, yeah, that is what Spencer begged for. She spent her entire life trying to avoid the eyes of others, always going home at lunch and sitting at the very front corner of the class where others tended to avoid. Then after graduation she got a job working from her office and spent her evenings with the company of a fresh cup of coffee.
Spencer walked over to the wall of saddles, eyeing each piece of leather carefully. She had been riding in the same old and faded dressage saddle that her aunt had given her since she she had bought Elliot only a year before, and that saddle had seen better days. Spencer was finally giving in to the constant amount of pity cheques sent from her dad, and spending a couple on a brand new german imported dressage seat. Her mouth watered at the sound, she was only minutes away from sitting on heaven. Elliot would look beautiful in a dark brown leather saddle, his jet black coat matching but not blending into the tack. His Friesen build would ensure he looked muscular and toned against a dark brown, he would finally look the part.
Her fingers ran across the price tags, itching to know how much each and every single one was. Each time she flipped it over, her stomach would flop. That could be ten pairs of tall show boots, or five new pairs of full seat breeches. Hell, that was board for five months. It was sad to think how expensive the equestrian world was, but thankfully it wasn't her saved up mula from her job. No, it was her fathers pity money.
Spencer wasn't even sure why she got the money, aside from knowing it was a constant reminder and apology about dropping her mother and herself. Since then her mother had sat in a dark room watching chick flicks and filling garbage bags full of wet and used tissues, crying about what she did wrong. Though Spencer's dad was living the glory days all over again through his hot Russian model Jovi, who was only four years older than Spencer. Her hand-me-downs weren't even worth the effort to try on because Jovi was in way better shape... Not to mention the plastic surgery she had gotten that made her in shape. No people didn't meet through others or online anymore, no like Jovi they fall in love with their plastic surgeons with similar aged daughters and an obsessed ex wife.
Spencer tucked a strand of black hair that crowded her face behind her ear. Her red lips rubbed together debating which saddle was best for her special boy. She glanced across the room looking at her reflection off the mirror. Her black leggings and tan uggs just barely matched her dark grey sweat shirt that was way to big. No Spencer was a size small but only wore larges. She liked baggy, it hid her imperfections, and she could be comfortable whenever she wanted. It amazed her what other twenty two year old woman would do to look pretty, including tight v-neck long sleeved shirts and bright neon skin tight pencil skirts with sky rise pumps. Or a tight dress that barely covered their "goods" with the most expensive coach heels. Spencer didn't own a pair of heels. She relied on paddock boots, uggs, and one pair of flats. Oh and her show tall boots, those were her babies.
Spencer swung her hair to the side, fed up with how long it was getting and tried to arrange it so she wouldn't grab a pair of scissors of the desk and cut it right there. She knew as soon as it was short she would have to style it somewhat, at least when it was long she could get away without brushing it every day... Or second day. She played with a german imported dressage saddle that was a little lighter then she wanted, but also a little cheaper. She knew nothing about saddles, not even want brand was best. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to focus and figure out what saddle was best for her dear Elliot.
[/font][/center][/blockquote].. and we fell asleep in the middle of the day, cuddling each other and talking bout the future, never knowing life could change ..