Wednesday February 22nd 2012
Cruella once again woke up to knocking at her door at 8 AM.
''Is this something I should get used to?'' she demanded.
''I am so-sorry, madam.'' he stuttered from behind the door. ''I have your morning tea.'' he said.
Cruella got out of bed, put on a robe and opened the door. Alonzo came in and sat the tea down at the vanity.
Cruella walked over and tasted the tea.
''What is this?'' she demanded.
''It is the rose-hip tea that you always loved in the mornings.'' he said. ''I got it for you yesterday.''
Cruella waved him away.
She sat down to do her face and hair.
While brushing her hair she was thinking about what she would do to make the day useful.
She would go out to the plaza and clean out all the old clothes and garments. She couldn't do anything about them now anyway, they were all just hanging there like old roadkill.
Cruella got up from the stool and went over to the closet.
She put on work attire, only suited for the most fierce and ferocious fashion icon, like herself!
The form fitting dark blue floor length dress had long sleeves with gloves, pointed shoulders and were studded with black rhinestones all over. She found a long and voluminous, black fur stole with big tassels alongside the outer trims and matching black open toe pumps.
She was now ready for whatever this day would bring!
When she approached the plaza, she noticed that there were a lot of people there. Fans, paparazzi, on lookers and of course, haters.
She felt on top of the world when she stepped out of her car. She was fabulous! She owned everything!
''How does it feel like to be out of prison after 12 years?'' a reporter asked.
''It feels magnificent! Cruella is back!'' she said, with a fierce look in her eyes.
''Do you still want your Dalmatian puppy coat?'' another reported asked mockingly.
That enraged Cruella. She took his microphone and threw it into the streets, hitting a bypassing car.
''SHUT UP YOU IDIOT!'' she yelled.
As Cruella started to walk up the stairs, she noticed the lady that she had bumped into at the magazine shop and the small shop yesterday among the people.
Cruella suddenly got a worried look on here face and started to rush up the stairs, ignoring every reporter and fan.
''Cruella!'' the lady screamed after her. ''Cruella, I need to talk to you!''
Cruella didn't stop. She only walked faster. She was almost running now. it was hard to rush up several flights of stairs in a floor length dress and high heels. The last thing she wanted to do was to fall on her face in front of reporters with cameras! So she slowed down a little bit but still kept a study pace.
When Cruella reached the main entrance she felt a hand on her shoulder.
''How dare you touch me!'' she demanded before turning around.
It was that lady again, why wouldn't she give up? What was it that she possibly could want with Cruella? The same Cruella that had almost ruined her life, the same Cruella that had stolen all her Dalmatian puppies so that she could wear them!
''Anita, what is it that you want from me? I don't need this'' Cruella said, trying to make it sound like Anita had been the one who had tried to skin Cruella.
It was only a defense mechanism.
Cruella knew what Anita wanted. Anita was going to forgive Cruella.
Cruella didn't want to be forgiven. Cruella didn't need forgiveness!
Those kinds of emotions made her weak, it made her pathetic and vulnerable.
Cruella went inside and over to the elevator. Anita followed her, a little scared of being in a room alone with Cruella. After all that was understandable.
''Please, just let me have five minutes of your time, Cruella!'' Anita said.
Cruella turned around, took a deep breath and just nodded lightly.
Anita looked around the place where she had once worked herself. She had loved working there, it was one of her passions, making fashion.
Anita couldn't help but thinking that Cruella had lost some of her spark when they sat down in her office.
''What is it that is so important, Anita?'' Cruella demanded.
''Well, you see, here is the deal. I need you to tell me why.'' Anita said before Cruella jumped in asking ''Why what?'' with a superior look on her face.
''Why did you do it? I need to know why you would do such a horrible thing!'' Anita demanded.
Cruella was surprised, angry and outraged.
''How dare you come in to my office and talk this way to me! This is outrageous!'' Cruella yelled.
Anita looked at her with disgust in her eyes. ''Well, clearly you did something wrong, you have been in jail twice, this time serving 12 years! That is 16 years of your life, wasted. All because of some stupid COAT!'' Anita snarled at her.
Cruella was at loss for words. She hadn't thought about it that way before.
Cruella's mind was overflowing with thoughts, 'stupid COAT' '16 years of your life' 'wasted'. She was angry. She had never been this angry before, not with Anita.
She was angry with herself. What had she done to herself? She must have been deluded, delusional, hypnotized by spots!
Cruella got up from her chair and took the little vanity mirror on her office desk an threw it at the wall, it shattered into a million pieces. She sat back down in her chair and buried her face in her hands.
She let out a little sobbing noise while trying to find a tissue. She had never bought tissues before, she never cried. She even couldn't remember the last time she felt a tear on her face.
Cruella reached down in her purse to find her pocket mirror. Luckily, her makeup was still flawless. After all it was just one tear.
''I needed it to feel complete. I know it doesn't sound very logical, but you don't understand, fur and fashion is everything for me!'' Cruella said.
''Do you feel complete now? After 12 years in prison?'' Anita asked.
''Yes, I very much do, thank you. I have no desire for that coat what so ever anymore. Dalmatian spots are so out this season anyway, I wouldn't dream to be seen in it, darling.'' Cruella said, trying to re-assure both Anita and herself.
''Thank you Cruella, you have given me all I needed. I wish you the best in the rest of your life.'' Anita said as she walked out of Cruella's office.