Red Bottoms and Rivalry

STELLA MERCER

Every other Monday, the devil on my shoulder was summoned. And this morning, as I prepared for the all staff meeting at work today, he was dancing like a flame in my chest and I couldn’t seem to put him back in his place.

The flat iron sizzled as I placed the last section of hair between it and pulled down until it hung down sleek and shiny, just past my shoulders.

I took extra time