Picture Perfect
Prologue
A young girl of no more than 16 pushed her black curls away from her face. Her brown eyes studied the man across the aisle from her. He would do nicely. When the train had fully stopped, the dark-haired beauty stood and pretended to have a hard time retrieving her bag from above her.
"Ma'am?" the gentleman with a black coat and tie asked. "Do you need help?"
"Oh!" The girl blushed and batted her eyes a couple of times for good measure. Placing her hand over her chest she said, "Why, thank you."
The man smiled at the girl and reached up for her bag.
Carefully, the girl slipped her hand into the man's coat pocket and retrieved exactly what she was looking for. She dropped it into her purse and smiled at the man as he handed her bag to her.
"Thank you," the girl said shyly.
The man tipped his hat and the girl got off the train. Double-checking that the man was nowhere in sight, she reached into her purse and counted her profit.
A slow smile crept across her face as she counted fifteen dollars. She brushed the dust from her dark green dress then pulled out a picture tucked in her black shoes. She opened it and studied it not for the first time.
A man with black hair and a woman with lighter curly hair stood in the back while two young children, a boy and a girl both with dark curls, stood in front. The whole family was well dressed; and why shouldn't they be? They were rich, something the girl wanted very badly.
"Here I come, New York," she breathed tucking the picture away again. "Ready or not."
Who is this mysterious girl? And what's up with the picture? Please review and tell me if I should keep going!