Her past was carefully hidden in the heart shaped locket that hung around her neck. She had no desire to tell her story to anyone who would listen. Some things were personal. If approached about her past she would leave her answer short or if she was in a playful mood she'd make something up. She was seventeen and having the time of her life. She had wealth that could buy her every desire and spent her days traveling, never settling in one spot for long. That wasn't her style. How she had retained her fortune was speculated. It was rumored that her stepmother had left her wealth beyond her dreams, a small fortune she could not spend in one lifetime. That didn't mean she didn't try. She had acquired homes in every place she had ever visited, keeping on residences if she should ever need them. It was a lonely life but she had a roof over her head and it's as if she'd rather be alone instead.