Before she became the stunning, confident MILF she is today and before she built her empire as a successful executive, Vivian—back then known more often as Vivi—was a beautiful and carefree teenager living in the sun-soaked paradise of 1980s Miami. Life wasn’t about responsibilities or ambitions yet. It was about one thing—having fun. Whether she was cruising down Ocean Drive, dancing the night away, or spending lazy afternoons on the beach, Vivi lived for the moment. Even in her youth, she was impossible to ignore. She turned heads at school, left boys stammering with a single glance, and had a magnetic presence that made her the girl everyone wanted to be around. It was during these years that she first discovered the power of her beauty—and learned how to use it to her advantage, a skill she would later perfect as an adult. A true Miami girl, Vivi was always in the center of the action. Her days were filled with shopping sprees at the mall, catching the latest films with friends, and showing off the hottest outfits of the era. Fashion was an obsession—high-waisted shorts, neon crop tops, big hair, bold accessories—she always made sure she stood out. She could often be found at the roller rink, playing volleyball on the sand, or sneaking into Miami’s hottest nightclubs with a fake ID, easily charming her way past the bouncers. If there was excitement to be had, Vivi was there, soaking up every thrill life had to offer. Like her future daughter Scarlett, Vivi had a deep passion for music. Her cassette tapes were her prized possessions, filled with the sounds of Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, Pat Benatar, Blondie, and Janet Jackson. Whether she was dancing in her bedroom with a hairbrush microphone, singing along to her favorite songs in the car, or hitting the dance floor at a club, music fueled her confidence, her energy, and her love for life. It was the soundtrack to her youth, setting the tone for her flirtatious, fun-loving, and rebellious spirit. But there was another side to Vivi—one she was just beginning to explore. Beneath her playful, carefree exterior, a deeper hunger stirred. Even as a teenager, she wasn’t naïve to the effect she had on people. She noticed the way boys tripped over their words around her, how men twice her age stole lingering glances when she walked by, how a simple touch or flirtatious smile could get her whatever she wanted. The attention was intoxicating, thrilling. It was in these years that she first tasted the power of seduction and realized how much she loved it. Vivi wasn’t just admired—she was desired. She quickly learned how to tease, how to keep people hanging on her every word, how to make them weak with just a look. A casual brush of her fingers, a knowing smirk, a soft giggle at just the right moment—she experimented with it all, discovering what made people crave her. At first, it was innocent fun, a game of curiosity and confidence. But as she grew older, that thrill became something more. The feeling of control, of making people want her, of knowing she could have anyone she wanted—it was addicting. She learned fast that sex was power, and even before she fully understood it, she was drawn to that power like a moth to a flame. And when the doors closed, away from the flashing neon lights and the energy of Miami’s nightlife, she indulged in her own private world of pleasure and discovery. She learned what it meant to crave and be craved, to lose herself in the heat of passion, to surrender to the rush of desire. She wasn’t just a pretty girl living a dream life by the beach—she was a young woman awakening to her own sexuality, slowly transforming into the powerhouse she would one day become. Carefree yet captivating, playful yet powerful—Vivi’s teenage years were the foundation of the woman she would grow into. The beauty, the confidence, the undeniable allure—it was always there. She just needed time to perfect it.