Adventures of my alter ego
Name: Lelice Abihan
Age: 26
Gender: female
Status: married (second time)
Occupation: trophy wife
I
park my shiny grey Mercedes in the spot labelled V.I.P. Very Important Person.
That’s who I am. Important. I slam the car door as I step out (it’s vital to always
make a scene) and open the back door to unbuckle Princess-D’s bright pink kennel.
“Common baby, time to get out!”
I tuck the white
Chihuahua under my right arm and rearrange her 14-carot diamond collar with the
other. As I march towards the salon, my Fluevog booties click merrily against
the cobblestones. A stubby porter opens the massive glass doors as I near.
“Welcome back
Signora Abihan” he exclaims.
He bows slightly
and nervously ushers me inside. I glance around.
“Get me Fabio” I
snap.
“Si,si,” studers the
porter, “une momento”. He
scampers off like a frightened puppy.
I settle myself
on the dark leather couch with a leopard skin thrown artistically to one side.
They are making me wait. I can’t believe it. I have to wait. Unbelievable.
I half consciously stroke Princess-D’s smooth head. I just flew, like, a
million miles and they make me wait. New York to Rome isn’t just a hop across the
pond you know. I’ll have to tell Richard. Shuffling feet:
“Bella! Bella
how are you?” Plump and balding Fabio rushes to my side and kisses me hand. You’d
think he would have found some lotion or another to cover up that shiny bald
spot by now. “What can I do for you today?” he gushes.
“I have way too
much frizz. The humidity in Manhattan is dreadful, and the Gala is tomorrow! I
cannot show up looking like this.”
“Si, si, you
come to the right person. Anyone who is anyone in la Roma comes to Fabio!”
I purse my lips.
“Just fix it.”
To be continued…
