Kathryn Merteuil had never regretted anything in the 17 years of her life, until now. She lived life recklessly, not that she was stupid or anything. She was clever; she had to be in order to be the "top girl" at Manchester Prep to win the love and approval of her self-involved mother. Of course, Kathryn would never admit she needed anyone's love, least of all her mother's. Somehow Kathryn managed to destroy her perfectly manufactured persona of the "it" girl, the person that everyone secretly hated yet envied.
Her downfall had all started with a bet and ended with a published and distributed personal journal. She had not even won the bet and the journal was not even hers. It all came down to one person: Sebastian Valmont, her dearly departed stepbrother who had always wanted to have sex with her. They had made a wager that he couldn't deflower Annette Hardgrove who had proclaimed in "Seventeen" that she would "wait" until marriage. The stakes of the wager were Sebastian's 1956 Jaguar Roadster and Kathryn's body and sexual submission to whatever he pleased. Sebastian had won the bet, but Kathryn was not pleased and reneged on the deal. She mocked him saying he was a loser whom she got to break up with his first and only love. To make matters worse, she did it all just because she wanted to torture him. A part of her was also hurt that he had actually fallen in love and preferred Annette over her. After being manipulated, Sebastian gave his prized journal to Annette in the hopes that she would forgive him for breaking up with her. He also wanted her to know about the bet and all about the "real" Kathryn.
The one mistake was that Kathryn went too far in her games. She sent Ronald, Cecil Caldwell's boyfriend, whom Sebastian had wronged to beat up her stepbrother. Then Annette showed up on the street and was about to be run down by a taxi. Sebastian pushed her out of the way and was unfortunately struck dead. Then Annette published the journal and there went Kathryn's golden girl reputation.
That was the moment that Kathryn would change if she could. The wonderful thing is that she would get the opportunity through Ginger, her guardian angel.
It all started at the most pathetic time in her life. Kathryn had taken Sebastian's car, which he left to her in his will, and driven to a hotel to get away from her mother and stepfather. She wanted time alone, but this was the one time that her parents stayed longer than a week at NYC home.
Kathryn was a little drunk, depressed, suicidal, and for once not high on cocaine. She was channel surfing when she cam upon an infomercial (the kind that comes on at 3am and sounds too good to be true). Ginger the psychic was talking directly to her and telling her to call. So Kathryn did.
"Hello, this is Ginger. I'm away from the phone at the moment. Please leave a message"
"Um…hey…My name's Kathryn and um wait this is costing me $1.95 a minute! Whay am I getting a machine? Well shit! I don't need this. I don't anyone. Bye." Babbled the once confident Kathryn.
"Oh hey, don't hang up. I just got back from something. Uh…Kathryn, is it?" said a small voice.
"Yeah, hi. Is this Ginger, the uh..you know…" said Kathryn uncertainly.
"That's me Ginger, the psychic, the seer. You know what? We should meet up so you don't have to pay for this call," explained Ginger.
"Money is not a problem. Actually I've got tons of money," Kathryn paused, and then filled the long silence with, " I…uh…my…uh problem, I mean sitch is that I don't know what the point of my life- I mean I'm not suicidal or anything. I'm not sure what I want out of life."
"I know what your problem is, and I can help. Let's meet up at the Devil's Pit- it's a diner- Do you know it?" said Ginger tentatively.
"No, give me directions," Kathryn replied. While writing the directions down, she was thinking. Am I really going to meet up with this psychotic stranger, emphasis on P-S-Y-C-H-O-T-I-C. "Ok thanks, I'll meet you. Umm…Bye, " said Kathryn.
"Wait! I'll only wait for an hour so see you in half an hour or so."