Vicki Heaven Whiterose She was heaven on earth. She wooed people easily. She was seen and treated Like a Goddess. She was a curse. She was a gift. |~~~~~~~~~~|~~~~~~~~~|~~~~~~~~~~|~~~~~| "Welcome to Riverdale. Huh, would you look at that. What brings us here Ms. Vicki?" Vicki's driver, Richard, asked in curiosity. He looked at her from the rear view mirror. Vicki wore Prada round sunglasses, covering her eyes. She looked outside, her hands fidgeting with her rings. She shrugged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just a feeling."