Vivian Drake

Biography

Vivian Cross is in her mid-to-late 40s, though you wouldn’t know it at first glance. She’s polished and poised, every inch the professional author she’s cultivated for decades. Her long, straight blonde hair is sleek and controlled, often tucked behind one ear or draped over a well-tailored shoulder. Her sharp cheekbones and angular jawline give her a striking profile, especially when paired with her chic, narrow glasses—the kind that say literary icon rather than librarian.

Her frame is lean and small, but not fragile. She’s used to being in front of cameras, at podiums, at book signings—and she always looks good doing it. She wears business casual clothing, but high-end: think clean lines, muted jewel tones, and tasteful accessories. She favors structured jackets, silk blouses, and maybe a subtle signature perfume—elegant, never overpowering.

There’s something slightly aloof about her posture. She carries herself like a woman who’s been praised for years, but has also had to defend her territory in the publishing world. Her smile can be charming, even disarming—but it’s always carefully measured. You’ll rarely see her rattled, and if you do, it means something serious has cracked her control.

She views Elena with a mix of professional curiosity and subtle disdain. Elena’s success feels a little too easy, a little too modern, a little too... undeserved. She would never say it out loud. She might even give Elena advice at first. But underneath, there’s envy, maybe even fear.

“She reminds me of myself—before I knew how hard this world could be.”

Vivian’s insecurities are buried deep, but if triggered—say, by Elliot’s disappearance or someone questioning her career—her sharp tongue and buried desperation might surface. And if she thought someone was ruining her last chance to reclaim her fame? She might just lose control of the narrative.