Unicorn in Prada
Uni had entered a competition he had seen on TV, Be Dressed Like a Movie Star, and to Jola’s surprise and extreme delight, he had won it. A week later Jola was caught completely by surprise as the world’s top designers knocked on her door.
Sleek and slinky super models strutted through their door, TV cameras were everywhere, men and women dashed in and out, carrying materials, measuring and cutting, armoured cars carrying jewellery pulled into their driveway, and their armed guards carried boxes of display items inside, for Jola to choose from. Then there were hairdressers, make-up artists, style managers, and so many more that Uni stopped asking them what they did, and just greeted them as they came to the door.
All the while Uni and the children sat on the front porch, listening to Jola squealing, giggling and gasping, Kasandra asked why, and Uni, who had no idea about clothes just shrugged and held his hands up, Sheen at last suggested that she was being Crazy Momma, and as that seemed to fit best, that was the term that all three started to use.
A TV interview crew approached Uni, and they started firing questions at him as fast as they could, but it was a young girl trainee, standing at the back of the group who asked the question that everyone listening was suddenly excited to hear.
“Are you both exclusive?” She blurted out, reddening and shuffling from foot to foot in embarrassment.
As Uni started to answer her she was pushed to the front, much the annoyance of the senior interviewers, who were pulled back so she was alone at the front of the group with Uni.
“My heart, my soul and my body are totally Jola’s, for now and forever.”
And what about Jola, asked the young girl, her fear disappearing with Uni’s gentleness, and softly spoken words? “
Uni hung his head low, and his answer was even quieter than his normally quiet voice. “Exclusiveness is not something you can ask for, it is a gift, a gift of love, that can only be given by someone who loves you so much that they are willing to forgo the attentions of others for just one person. It is not an easy gift to give.”
“And what do you think she means by doing this?” She was young and very pretty and wore glasses, Uni asked her name, and she answered “Cindy.”
“That she is still looking for someone better.” Was his unhappy reply.
“And that scares you?” Cindy asked softly.
“It terrifies me, what if she finds someone better and never comes back?” Cindy could see that Uni was close to crying, so suddenly she reached across and hugged him.
Inside Jola had been watching everything on the TV, as she watched her eyes hardened, her mouth set in a straight line, and her whole face hardened, until suddenly she marched out the door, grabbed Uni, and kissed him as hard as she could, right in front of everyone. “I just made my decision, and I made it well, there will never be anyone who touches my heart, my soul or my body, who is not you, because you are ma boo, and I mean that in every sense of the word.
With that she went back inside, leaving Uni still standing and shaking slightly, in her wake.
When she came outside again it was in all her new finery, Prada high heels made her already superb legs look even better, the grey Prada dress with it’s black duster, showed her hips to perfection as they gyrated, the golden Dolce necklace, the Gucci anklet, the superb Gabbana wristwatch, and her hair, with the small tail added to the back, the new make-up, all made her look so beautiful that no one looking spoke for minutes, they just stood open mouthed.
She slid her arm through Uni’s, and said softly, “You ready lover?”
He ran inside, and a few minutes later came out wearing Black cowboy boots, black jeans, and a tight black shirt. Jola stared at him like he had at her, she wanted to whistle, but instead she took his offered hand, and they walked to her mother’s house with the children, where they left them for the night.
At the nightclub they were treated like celebrities and let straight to the front, and inside Uni’s favourite song was playing, I Wanna dance With Somebody, by Whitney Houston, and they moved straight onto the dance floor.
They moved straight into each other’s arms, their bodies flowing together, moving in unison. Jola stood on her toes and bit Uni hard on his ear, making his eyes open wide with surprise. She whispered into his ear, “Want to give up now lover?”
He spun her around and then pulled her close and in return whispered, “No! I’m never giving you up. Don’t know if I could. Definitely know I will never want to!”
It was a night of pure love, and at the end of it Jola could only remember seeing Uni’s eyes looking into her own, and feel his muscular body still pressing into her. She whispered only one word to him, “Boo.”
