Elegant Revenge in Red Lipstick

Summary

My entire life has been built on the foundation of composure. If the world were ending tomorrow, I would still blot my lipstick before stepping outside.

When I was a toddler, I tripped and cracked my forehead open. I didn't cry. My first instinct was to smooth down the tulle of my princess dress.

In elementary school, even if I was indulging in a greasy dollar slice of pizza from a street cart, I insisted on bringing a linen napkin and my own silver fork.

For seven years, I was the undisputed queen of poise in our social circle—the picture-perfect wife to a self-made man.