My mother always told me not to go out after the sun set. And I, being young and rebellious in nature, always brushed away those words. Little did I know they served as a dire warning. Had I listened to them much later on in my life, everything could have been different.

The sun never stopped a young, fiery female like me. Immensely vain, I prided myself on the fact that I possessed astounding beauty. Women gossiped with jealousy, with men dissolved in my large hazel eyes. I wore the tight, flowing dresses so suitable for the late eighteenth century France.

I was an aristocrat, raised and bred with the golden blood of nobles flowing through my veins. Having grown up in riches, many people presumed I had not had a glimpse of the outside world. They were wrong.

My brothers told me I looked like an angel. I knew inside, I was a devil. Every night I escaped our mansion, wearing the clothes of a street rogue. Every night I met my people, my friends, the street tramps, the thieves, the pickpockets, the hookers. I learnt the life of the bottom classes of Paris, the street scum. My identity of a noblewoman, sitting right above the bourgeoisie, was well preserved. Louie took care of that. I was Malié, a name I had chosen myself. Now, I shall continue on to my past, to my initial encounter with a robber.

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A/N Yes this first chapter is short, but it is only a sample chapter, incomplete. Of course, I have more written down, but not typed up. Please tell me what you think – I would really appreciate your opinions.