The Socialite and the Scavenger

“I was once a New York socialite. Now, I was a ghost eating garbage from a dumpster behind the building that still bore my family's name. Then I heard his voice. Brigham. My former lover, my step-brother, the man I had come back for. He was on the phone with Eve, the woman who had stolen my life, my family, and my face. He saw me, a disfigured heap of rags, and his face filled with disgust. He told his assistant to give me money and "get this filth off company property." For a fleeting moment, he saw the infinity tattoo on my wrist-our secret promise of forever. He even whispered my name, "Eloise?" But then he shook his head, dismissing the impossible. He turned his back on me, walking away without a second glance. That final rejection broke the last piece of my soul. I walked to the Brooklyn Bridge and let go. Just as my body hit the cold water, a doctor was on the phone with Brigham, his voice trembling with the results of a new DNA test. The original test, the one that had destroyed my life, was a fake. I was the true heiress all along.”