Tom Holland Imagines

Imagine#12:Childish Promises-Tom Holland

Y/N's P.O.V.

"Darling,what are you doing staring at nothing?"Aunt Beth shook me from my trance,"Hurry now,the carriage is about to leave."

"Yes,Auntie,"I replied rather lazily and dragged my feet downstairs.

Today is the start of my debut in Downey Hall.It's that time of the year when unwed individuals gather for weeks of parties and social activities until they get engaged.My aunties were unbelievably excited.It's like they wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible.

Oh no,they're not mean.They're actually the only family I have left.I've lived with them ever since my mother passed away.Father didn't take it well.But after a few years,he found someone new.He loved that woman so much,he didn't even think twice when she wanted me out of the picture.

"Y/n!You forgot your fan!"

That was Aunt Irene.She's been giving me lady lessons and how to flirt.No,I learned nothing.And thus concludes my immediate future,cats...cats all over the place!

Once we were finally seated in the carriage,they started talking about potential suitors and I barely listened.They gossiped about grand dukes and lords that had names that were either too long to pronounce or you can't pronounce at all.

"Dear girl,why the long face?Aren't you excited to meet other high ranking people of our society?"Aunt Beth inquired.

"Not really.You know very well that the men will only come to be amused how women frustrate themselves to have someone interested in them,"I answered.Please,just take the hint!

"Shush.I know you hate parties,my dear.But you've come of age and I don't want you to end up alone.It's your mother's dying wish."

"But I won't end up alone.Can't we wait until overmorrow?I'm meeting someone so we don't need to go to Downey Hall!"I've come of age,not the edge of marrying age(if that even exists).

(Overmorrow-the day after tomorrow)

"Ugghh!You mean that street rat you met in that spooky old gazebo by the nearby creek.Darling,are you seriously wasting yourself in such childish imagination?"

"I didn't imagine him,Aunties.And he wasn't a street rat.He's a nobel lord's son who got lost.You didn't want me to help him and excused me before supper for weeks,"I argued.It was worse that my father didn't even care if they did.

"But that didn't stop you from giving him your horse that I gave for your birthday,now did you?"Aunt Irene tusked,"If he wasn't imaginary,I bet he was a slave's son,a con artist in the making."

"And a bad influence,"Aunt Beth added,"Do you not remember how he taught you how to steal from my coin purse...and the bread from our dinner table... and my favorite duvet that your grandmother stitched before I was born?!"

"He didn't teach me,I did it on my own and I'm sorry.He needed my help and I did just that.He needed money for his trip home.He was cold and hungry.He got lost in the market and his butlers couldn't find him-"

"Stop it,young lady!"Aunt Irene boomed,"You were only eight years old at the time.You were a child.But now,you are all grown up so I suggest you leave all these nonsense behind and think about your future!Whatever promises he had told,they were lies so he can get what he wanted.He has forgotten you!Be clever and forget about him as well."