My story...

It's a dark, cold winter night here in Chicago. The wind rips at my trendy miniskirt and faux fur jacket. As I walk down the street, my thoughts are drawn, as always, to that enigmatical phantom of my dreams... The Red Gardenia...

What did The Red Gardenia, aka Jenny Fuller, aka the Red Gardenia think about this dog eat dog town? Did she arrive here in the Windy City full of hopes and dreams as I once did? Dreams of Nobel Prize-winning economics? Of bestselling novels with movie rights? Well, I'd been here four months now, and every beautiful thought I'd ever had had been as effectively driven from my brain as Jenny Fuller's feet were taken from her body. I could count the number of opportunities I'd been given on five fingers on my right hand... opportunities snatched away too soon, snatched away like the Red Gardenia's shoes...

I'd have to leave soon. Not even my oh-so-hunky boyfriend could keep me around any longer. Boyfriend? Boy toy? God only knows what the man meant to me! It was just too complicated to try to discover my true feelings. Much better to hide it behind my biting wit and sarcasm, and my enigmatical, devil-may-care beauty.

I'd given myself a strict timeline of four and a half months to make it big in the big city. My time was running out. I'd have to simply fade into the night, much like Jenny Fuller, aka the Red Gardenia, aka Jenny Fuller, never to be heard from again...