Dearest Reader,
Typical introductions to love stories usually start with "once upon a time" and end with "they lived happily ever after".
I used to believe all of those stories existed in real life. That the peasant girl marries the prince and all is as it should be in the world. But that fairytale was shit on when I was very, very young and so forth arose a cruel and harsh reality in my life: fairytales are considered fiction for a reason.
Oh, Vivian Lodge. How spoiled and wretched a little bitch like myself was. Hiram and Sure as hell broke his neck and wasted his breath grooming me to be the perfect business partner some day. I wanted no part in it though and to his dismay, I refused to take part in any of his sketchy business. I never wanted to know because I knew it was just going to disappoint me. So I kept my distance from mom and daddy, and dearest brother.
I found myself in Riverdale...then found myself in the South Side Serpents and then found myself in their leader's bed. Did I mention he was married at the time with two children and almost 20 years older than me?
Disgusting and cruel of me, I know. But like I said: those fairytales are fiction for a reason and this story, unfortunately, doesn't have a happy ending. F.P. Jones and I don't have a happy ending.
Sincerely,
Vivian Clementine Lodge.
