COLUMNIST/PHOTOGRAPHER Miss Dish
A scandal has traveled all the way across the Atlantic from Egypt to New York City, and with it came a woman. She was born into the upper class, her father being an important diplomat to Eastern Europe. Her parents in a moment of musings named her after the mythical goddess of mystery, Amunet, and mystery has indeed held fast to the young woman throughout her life. Up until recently, Amunet was considered a very appealing catch and was courted frequently, but her decision to not take a husband began to seep into the consciousness of her would-be lovers, and gossip tore through Egypt. Some men speculate that she is indeed the goddess incarnate and was born at midnight on a moonless night a thousand years ago, others whisper that she ran a whore house out of her den, and at night all the women of her employ would parade around topless. Details on such salacious gossip will be left to interpretation. She denies both vehemently. One thing that is peculiar about her however, is that she has never worn shoes, not one day of her life. This, she attributes to her free spirit. A friend slyly remarked once that, “She just thinks her feet are sexy, what’s the big deal?” Well, either way, she is indeed protective of them. Her famous bare feet have never been captured by a lens, per her wishes, as if they were the source of her alluring power, which may be stolen away forever if photographed. Ultimately, this as with so many other things about the young beauty will just have to remain a mystery.
Trouble really began for Amunet and her decadent band of friends however, when a rather infamous Count and Countess Vladimir Vaclavik moved to Egypt, their noble quest being to bring morality to the blue bloods of mythical decent. Count Vaclavik worked closely with her father, and from the onset began hearing about unruly Amunet, his disapproval was palpable apparently. Against the Counts wishes, his first assistant Petrolov Viktor, attended a party that Amunet was throwing. When he arrived, he caught a glimpse of her powdered bare feet, as she was feeding the party attendees grapes that had been saturated in wine overnight.The sight of her stirred something inside him, and he fell hopelessly in love, an attendant of the party claims. The general ambiance was that of inequity, where most certainly Amunet was dictating the affairs of the evening. Hashish smoke billowed out of her nostrils in elegant curls, and the tea being served was an old medicinal variety that let one peer into the future, and change the past. The morning after this meeting, apparently Viktor went to his Count and told him that the lovely woman was wearing an enchanting pearl necklace, it was over-sized and had a blackish hue. The Count being a learned man, knew what this reference was to, that of Amunet’s idol, Cleopatra. It is said that she seduced Marc Antony by way of magically producing a pearl in a glass of wine, it is known in Egypt as a dangerous female ideology: that of power.
At the thought of this impudent young woman, the Count and Countess, made it their personal mission to bring her to reason by any means necessary. They went about attending all sorts of diplomatic functions where they could besmirch her name. They accused her of being a lesbian, and being too power hungry, that she was a threat to the State, and her heathen drug addict friends were the real enemies of Egypt. These rumours, however grandiose and paranoid, set the city alight. Although her parents had always turned a blind eye to her antics, they could not save her. Her reputation was ruined among her father’s business associates and his shame mounted every day, until in a moment of madness Viktor committed suicide over his ruined love. The Count pointed his finger at Amunet. Her adoring mother could not see her child be defiled as such a criminal, so she packed her belongings late one night, and with tears booked her a ticket to emigrate to New York City, where she just landed last night. It will be interesting to see if the scandalous past of this bright young thing catches up with her now new future.
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