Part 36
Alexa is one of those built to win kind of bitches, she is a subtle beast.
Silver spoon fed Miami heiress to a disreputable but accepted past.
Her youth was plush but the contractions that pushed her out of adolescence were tragic.
Indictments rained over the family patriarch, her college fund was swallowed before jury selection.
Her father was a "Made Man."
In Miami speak that loosely translates to an illiterate thug who had a spasm of short lived ambition and a permanent address thirty years to life.
She landed hard on the runway of adulthood.
The ambivalence of were
it came from and how it banished hit her hard.
This cast member fell from grace, her fellow thespians scorned her new found poverty.
The rug had been pulled from under her, she grew up on a twisted vine and became an angry vintage.
Her beauty carried her through this ring of fire and into the next circus.
Wedding invitations fed the mail slots of the Cuban gentry doors.
She would marry an apple that fell from the same tree, a George T Baker alumni, a kid with wings.
A cat that scratched her back and left no scars or did he?
They married in the Church of the Little Flower and partied the night away at the Vizcaya Mansion.
She had been buried alive by her past and this new life promised to unearth her.
They honeymooned at the White Elephant Inn one of Nantuckets hidden gems and swam in Surfside Beach rubbing elbows with the heirs of America.
The world spun and she was on top.
She should have seen the signs, the tell tell signs that lead to heartache.
Four carats adorning her ring finger, a respectable wedding and an envious honeymoon.
To be continued.
