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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…