pride

she smiles at herself in the mirror, adjusting long red curls...
that smile never quite reaching emerald eyes.
she is bewitchingly gorgeous. she knows it. she uses her beauty daily to twist men around her finger into unraveled fools.
all women hate her.
she loves it.
she is cunning. she is manipulative. she is brilliant.
she knows it. she uses it.
she has stepped on the faceless and nameless to get where she is now.
they all despise her.
she loves it.
she lifts her chin defiantly, caressing the face she so loves gingerly.
she is sinfully aware she is the ideal woman.
and she loves it.