Allison had lost track of time and was just going with the flow. The stylist washed, conditioned, and trimmed her tattered mane. A blowout was applied to her otherwise natural hair. Instead of using a pressing comb like she did at home these results made her look like someone else. Off to the next destination was her facial, pedicure, and manicure. Through all of the plucking, tweezing, waxing, trimming, and friendly conversation she was a new person.
Inside and out, Allison had gone through a serious transformation. All the way down to the fitted velour sweat suit with the salon’s logo on it, looking in the mirror she didn’t recognize herself. Carlina was all smiles as well when the finished product had been revealed. Allison was ravished by the time all was said and done. Instead of piling on the heavy food, they opted for a grilled chicken Caesar salad and toasted turkey sandwiches for dinner.
Outside she looked like a million bucks, on the inside she feared ridicule from the ones who knew the real reason she was there to begin with. Will they look at her like a con-woman? After all she was married to a gambler and liar. Would they frown upon her for it looks like she was taking advantage of the kind woman?
“What is it caro?”
“It’s nothing. Just my insecurities.”
“No matter what all has been said to you in the past, you must take a long look at yourself and decide who you want to be. Are you the punching bag of an insecure prick or are you a woman of virtue?”
“What if I lost my identity somewhere between the two?”
“Then it will take time to regain what you have lost.”
“I pray one day I will figure out just what it is that I have lost. Furthermore where I lost it. Although my upbringing was never stellar, I never saw myself here.”
“Where is here?”
“A sniveling woman afraid of her own husband. The man who vowed to love, protect, and cherish. Instead I was nothing more than a common day servant and at times a prisoner in my own home.” Allison said. “I don’t even know where to begin.”
“You will sweetheart. I just know it. You just need a little reassurance. Things will work out in the long run. Mio Dio didn’t bring you through all you have gone through to leave you broken. Don’t let the evil that one person in your life possess take control of your self-worth.” Allison was listening to Carlina but so far she didn’t see anything to look forward to.
Besides the fact that she isn’t walking into a punch in the face by her beloved husband when they returned, everything else is a little bleak. She didn’t have her own identity technically, not a dime to her name, and living with strangers. Sadly, that wasn’t by choice either. It was definitely going to take an act of God to make her see the bright side in her current situation.
~
Walking into the mansion she had already forgotten her transformation. Their conversation was heavy on her mind. Somehow she missed all of the bags in the car as the driver began unloading the trunk. Allison didn’t recall Carlina purchasing more than one or two bags. Interesting enough, there were more than ten bags in there. It was fairly full. Then considering Carlina was well known and the fact that they visited boutiques, the things could have been on order. Maybe what she should have asked Mr. Mucciono for in place of working for him is helping her gain her freedom. A divorce would be nice. Hell if given the opportunity she would live right there in Italy.
“What do you boys think?” Carlina asked out of the blue successfully jarring Allison from her thoughts. She hadn’t realized anyone was around when they walked in.
“Mamma, what have you ladies been up to?” All eyes were on her. Gio and Roberto both gave appreciative head nods while Mr. Mucciono stared blankly.
“Whatever do you mean figlio?”
“Mrs. Myers?”
“Allison remember?”
“Again I ask what you two have been up to. It’s pretty late. You’ve been
Inside and out, Allison had gone through a serious transformation. All the way down to the fitted velour sweat suit with the salon’s logo on it, looking in the mirror she didn’t recognize herself. Carlina was all smiles as well when the finished product had been revealed. Allison was ravished by the time all was said and done. Instead of piling on the heavy food, they opted for a grilled chicken Caesar salad and toasted turkey sandwiches for dinner.
Outside she looked like a million bucks, on the inside she feared ridicule from the ones who knew the real reason she was there to begin with. Will they look at her like a con-woman? After all she was married to a gambler and liar. Would they frown upon her for it looks like she was taking advantage of the kind woman?
“What is it caro?”
“It’s nothing. Just my insecurities.”
“No matter what all has been said to you in the past, you must take a long look at yourself and decide who you want to be. Are you the punching bag of an insecure prick or are you a woman of virtue?”
“What if I lost my identity somewhere between the two?”
“Then it will take time to regain what you have lost.”
“I pray one day I will figure out just what it is that I have lost. Furthermore where I lost it. Although my upbringing was never stellar, I never saw myself here.”
“Where is here?”
“A sniveling woman afraid of her own husband. The man who vowed to love, protect, and cherish. Instead I was nothing more than a common day servant and at times a prisoner in my own home.” Allison said. “I don’t even know where to begin.”
“You will sweetheart. I just know it. You just need a little reassurance. Things will work out in the long run. Mio Dio didn’t bring you through all you have gone through to leave you broken. Don’t let the evil that one person in your life possess take control of your self-worth.” Allison was listening to Carlina but so far she didn’t see anything to look forward to.
Besides the fact that she isn’t walking into a punch in the face by her beloved husband when they returned, everything else is a little bleak. She didn’t have her own identity technically, not a dime to her name, and living with strangers. Sadly, that wasn’t by choice either. It was definitely going to take an act of God to make her see the bright side in her current situation.
~
Walking into the mansion she had already forgotten her transformation. Their conversation was heavy on her mind. Somehow she missed all of the bags in the car as the driver began unloading the trunk. Allison didn’t recall Carlina purchasing more than one or two bags. Interesting enough, there were more than ten bags in there. It was fairly full. Then considering Carlina was well known and the fact that they visited boutiques, the things could have been on order. Maybe what she should have asked Mr. Mucciono for in place of working for him is helping her gain her freedom. A divorce would be nice. Hell if given the opportunity she would live right there in Italy.
“What do you boys think?” Carlina asked out of the blue successfully jarring Allison from her thoughts. She hadn’t realized anyone was around when they walked in.
“Mamma, what have you ladies been up to?” All eyes were on her. Gio and Roberto both gave appreciative head nods while Mr. Mucciono stared blankly.
“Whatever do you mean figlio?”
“Mrs. Myers?”
“Allison remember?”
“Again I ask what you two have been up to. It’s pretty late. You’ve been
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