Valerie’s love for Viva is unrequited. But she pursues her anyway with a fool’s hope that she can change her thinking.
Thoughts do not go very deep with Viva. If it doesn’t involve her image, she can’t be bothered.
When Valerie finally understands the score, she identifies Warhol as the source of all her woes. Emboldened by her stirring aria I a Woman, she decides to clean house and off Andy.