Reborn For Love

She enjoyed being Rick Ritz

The limousine belonging to Rick Ritz, later that night, pulled up to an exclusive VIP club, and Elena, now Rick got out. She walked into the cool night consciously enjoying every bit of the air, glitz, cameras, lights, paparazzi, and every single noise that came with the crowd at the door. She stepped into the club like she owned the place. And her walk with the very expensive shoes she had settled for, echoed a silent aura that spoke to every piece of the tan arabesque floors. Her entrance was graceful, elegant, composed, and intentional. She thought to myself “I was born for this, the life, glam, excitement and all”.

Two excited ladies had walked up to her as her eyes ran through them quickly. They were both blondes but she could see that one was a bit taller than the other and she had a small tote bag hanging across her shoulders yet pinned to her body. The other held a phone in hand as she spoke in her high-pitched voice as she tried to speak above the noise from the loudspeakers.

“Hi Rick, do you mind if we get a selfie, please?”

“Absolutely” Elena responded.

The blonde immediately unlocked her phone with facial recognition and the ladies both squeezed in for a selfie all smiles and giggly. “thank you” they said at the same time as they excitedly walked away. Elena was not sure if they heard her say “you are welcome”. She looked at them as they walked away and remembered her sisters, that was something she could see them do, but not her, ever. The real her would not be there at that time, would not ask for a selfie, but there she was, enjoying what she ordinarily would not take part in.

Just as she turned away, Rick’s friend and buddy, Adriel bumped her on the shoulder and said “hey you made it. We are over there” while pointing upwards to a table on the first floor overlooking the main dance floor. “come on let’s go”

“great” Elena responded as she ran up the short flight of stairs behind Adriel to the first floor. She took note of her surroundings as they came up, bodyguards were hovering around, the lights were visually stimulating, the music was engaging and she could feel the luxurious entertainment around her.

The table was filled up with faces and people she recognized, friends and colleagues alike, and greetings went by quickly as she took a seat. Adriel had poured her a drink saying “drink up man”.

While she took a sip of the drink, it registered in her that this was the most taste full drink her almost twenty-one-year-old lips ever tasted. She took another sip and scanned the table again; she was searching for someone but could not place who; she knew this was a memory or thought she had to work hard at getting. It felt as though something was missing, someone but she could not place her finger on it. This happened sometimes while occupying another person’s body and mind. Some things took a while to figure out. Elena stretched out her long hands and poured herself another glass. And then she saw her, and she remembered what had been eroding her. Samantha!

Samantha walked graciously towards them; her body graced in a long-sleeved short black glitz-embodied dress. Her hair was held up loosely revealing her tiny emerald earrings as she held her purse to herself.

She approached Elena, leaning in to give a hug. “she smelled like an erotic rose garden”. Elena thought to herself.

“hey you, nice to see you. Sorry I’m late, you know I like to make an entrance” Samantha said

“you look stunning Sammie” Elena heard herself say

“Thanks. I like your jacket. Suits you” Samantha winked

“Thanks to my Wife,” Elena said again

“Ex-wife you mean” Samantha replied with laughter in her eyes. Elena caught her eye and held it there, and this time, the moment lingered, they both yearned for each other, his eyes searched hers and she responded with answers which Elena understood so well.

In seconds, Elena leaned in for a full kiss and Samantha opened up, all the emotions they both held came rushing through them, bursting like a never-ending snowstorm.

Sounds of palms coming together brought them back from their magical escape as the rest of the table watched and clapped in awe

“Are you guys back together?”

“what going on guys?”

“I didn’t see that coming”

Questions and comments poured in from their friends as everyone laughed and smiled. People seemed to approve, they seemed happy at the reunion.

Elena held Samantha closely “I want you back”. Samantha took a sip of her drink and didn’t respond but in her head, she thought, “he is bolder than I remember. I want you too.”

The rest of the night went on quickly with Samantha ending up in Rick’s king-sized bed for the night and by morning Rick woke up to a view of a naked woman with the most perfect skin and body standing by the window, her back to him. He recognized that body; he thought. As if she heard his thoughts, Samantha turned and walked up to him saying

“you sleep deeper than I remember”

Rick couldn’t believe it. Is that his ex-wife, Samantha Ritz? In his bedroom? How did that happen? He could not fully remember the events of the night. It all seemed so hazy.

And at the same time, on the morning of Saturday, the 10th of October, in Ontario Canada, Elena had woken up from her couch where she had drifted away. Her television now turned off via power save. And she remembered she had enjoyed every bit of her night as a make-believe celebrity star.

She had enjoyed being Rick Ritz!