The money I had gained from my last con was my only source of income until the next time, I struck unexpectedly.

Although I knew this I relished in filling my days with substantial glorious foods I could only afford when I had enough money; The Planet had become my new hang out.

Bette had been right about that pear polenta, it was something extraordinary and it had become my bad vice when I ventured out to this small café. I knew I had a quite a sweet tooth but nothing so sweet had soaked up all my cravings in one bite.

I know that you’re thinking I shouldn’t be wasting my money and buy real food for my home, well in all honesty my apartment was a temporary home and looking at those white washed walls for 24hours out of the day was unbearable.

So I would treat myself occasionally, and if this meant spending a little bit of my cash to see the world pass me be by then so be it. Deep down I felt this lure and lusting for the woman I had met about a week previous, Bette Porter. Even her name rolled of my tongue in a lustful way, as I remembered sparkle behind her hazel eyes. There was so much depth behind them, I could see a lot of things one she had her heartbroken.

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My father used to say I had more than his natural gift for this job, and that I was truly special. "My princess you have a gift that is so special, you can always use this to your advantages. Behind every great con there’s a mastermind."

I would often relay these words to myself thinking of how cold-hearted I could be at using this to my advantage, but this was my job. Something I was extremely good at. For once in my life I wasn’t a failure I was somebody, a long list of names to some people but I was the only Helena Peabody born to George and Peggy Peabody, on august 24th.

In between the façade of my different identities I masked behind, I was this lonely woman living in an apartment behind people like myself, trying to make ends meet by any means. Some days were harder than others being completely alone and isolated from the world, but other days were much improved. I couldn’t help but feel light-hearted as I would watch the busy bustle of the streets. People smiling as I watch their interaction with one another, it made my own lips curl upwards which always took me by surprise.