I stared at the girl in the mirror. She had long straight black hair that reached her waist. A girly shade of pink coated her lips as she smiled. Her dress was peach and reached the floor with waves of ruffles cascading down. Around her neck hung a necklace that probably cost more than an average family earns in a month. Her name was Helena Elizabeth Victoria Windsor the Duchess of Kent.

The only problem was it wasn't her it was me, Annabeth Chase. My head was full of extensions that were making my scalp itchy and hot. I had dyed my hair form it's usual blonde and was wearing contacts to disguise my trademark grey eyes. The dress was from a costume shop in London and the jewels were a gift from my friend who was the best forger in all of Paris. Underneath the dress I had a gun strapped to my thigh and the cold metal against my skin was a constant reminder of my mission and of who I really was.

As a kid most people wanted to be a policeman or doctor maybe even a superhero however from an early age I knew that I wan't to be something different. I had always been a troublemaker, it had started with school girl pranks but after a few years it had escalated to much larger scale pranks. By the time I was 13 I could enter and leave a locked room without anyone ever knowing I was there. My first heist was when I was 15. I had lifted a pair of diamond earrings out of the hotel room of well known business man.

Now here I was 4 years later about to complete my biggest ever job. Pushing the long extensions out of my face I set off down the corridor towards the ballroom of the largest hotel in Monaco. How I missed my shoulder length hair. I could hear an Orchestra playing a waltzing melody that I bobbed my head along to. As I arrived at the large wooden doors, the footman beside took my name then pushed the doors open.

"Duchess Helena Windsor of Kent" I heard my cover name being called as I walked out into the crowded room. The lights blinded me and I turned on my well practiced smile. This was my job, to blend into events like this and then be gone before anyone noticed their missing jewellery. I walked down the stairs swearing in my head as the heels pinched my feet into an odd uncomfortable shape.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs I walked over to the side of the room to try and avoid attracting attention. This was what I was best at, becoming just one of the crowd. The Duchess of Kent was the best cover I had ever used. I changed which one I used every job so that nobody became suspicious. However I held a special place in my heart for Helena who I used for all of my big jobs, as she was high profile enough to be at a party like this but not so high profile that she would have a group of people swarm around her all evening. The real Duchess had been at finishing school in France since she was 12 so hardly anyone knew what she looked like now and this was going to work well in my favour. I had met her during one of my terms at boarding school and she had been perfectly pleasant so I felt a bit bad for using her like this, but needs must.

I grabbed a champagne glass from one of the waiters and walked towards the door that lead up to the guest rooms. Looking back I checked that no one was following me before walking backwards through the door.

"Urrgh." I turned around, a good-looking man in an expensive tuxedo was lying on the floor blood seeping from his nose. Actually scrap that a very good-looking man in a very expensive tuxedo.

"I'm so sorry, please let me help you up." I ran over to the man and tried to help him sit up however my shoes caused me trip and I fell head first on the carpet beside him. I should have ditched the shoes behind a plant pot when I had the chance I hated working in heels they made me clumsy and slow.

"Hey are you ok." The man looked at me. Suddenly I realised that our faces were only a few inches apart. His eyes were green like the sea and they seemed to sparkle more than all the jewels I had stolen put together. His lips looked soft and very kissable. Woah Annabeth get a grip, I sat up very quickly and tried to scramble to my feet but the the ruffles in the dress got in the way and I found myself back on my bottom.

"Oh so I guess you found each other." A low male voice came from the door and I turned to look. Standing in the door was Poseidon, he did have a full name however he had gained this nickname in college for being an excellent swimmer.

Rule number one know you're mark because the smiling man stood in front of me was the owner of this hotel and my mark. I had just broken my second rule, don't let the mark see you. And even if you do don't draw attention to yourself and yet here I was lying on the floor definitely attracting attention. Now here he was standing at the door looking straight at me.

"Father what are you talking about?" I turned my head towards the man who was starting to get up off the floor. Of course why hadn't I recognised him earlier, I was just distracted by how good-looking he was and his lips and how they looked so... Stop! I mentally slapped myself.

"This is Helena, your fiancee." My jaw dropped to the floor. What's going on? As far as I knew my cover had no fiancee, yet here he was. Percy Jackson, the son of my mark.