Riverdale -
Archie exhaled, running a hand through his wet, copper-red hair. “Veronica called. She’s coming back from New York tonight. The Hiram Lodge memorial gala is Friday. She wants me to be her date.”
Jughead finally looked up, his pale blue eyes sharp. “Maybe that’s all you are to her now. A memory of a simpler time before her father’s empire crumbled, before she had to rebuild it with her mother’s cold, manicured hands.” Riverdale
The door opened. Veronica Lodge stepped out, heels splashing in puddles, her black dress immaculate, her diamond choker catching the light. She didn’t run. She walked, slow and deliberate, like a queen returning to a kingdom she never truly left. Archie exhaled, running a hand through his wet,
Betty nodded. “And tonight, during the gala, he’s going to announce a ‘historical restoration project.’ My sources say the old barn is the centerpiece. If he digs there, he’ll find what’s still buried. What we buried.” The Hiram Lodge memorial gala is Friday
Archie put his hand over Veronica’s. Jughead closed his notebook. Betty refolded the letter.
“And?”
She sat down next to Jughead, who moved over reluctantly. “Pickens isn’t just digging up a barn. He’s digging up a sealed deposition from my father’s trial. A deposition that names names. Including mine.”