Over the smooth waters of the Atlantic, Amelia relaxed in her stateroom. The view was fantastic, but she didn't feel like exposing herself to the public. There were far too many people who knew her and she didn't want to risk getting mobbed by fans. Her life had always been like that, but it still fascinated her.
With a sigh, she crossed the room to examine the largest of her trunks. Wherever she went, Amelia brought the trunk with her. It contained everything that she took from her original home. It hadn't been opened for months and the lid stuck for a moment as Amelia opened it up. She brushed her hand over the layers of luxurious fabric and picked up a red satin dress to examine it.
She held the dress close to her and closed her eyes, remembering how she could stop traffic in that dress. She was quite the smoldering temptress when she wore that little number. She laughed and placed the dress carefully back into the trunk. Just as she was closing the trunk, a glimmer of light caught her eye. Reaching back into the aged trunk, she retrieved a stunning diamond necklace.
"I forgot that I even had this." She said to herself, closely examining the necklace.
A few nights before she left, she had an argument with her employer. He was a greedy man who didn't want Amelia to live on her own terms. She was in the process of packing when he burst into her room.
"Forgive the intrusion, Cherub." He said, catching her off guard as she dropped the necklace into her bag.
"You're wasting your time." She replied, throwing on a robe.
"Poppet, you don't understand..." He began, but she quickly tuned him out.
"I don't need you anymore!" She screamed, "All my life you made me believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me!"
She turned and headed for the door, only to be stopped by a few quick words from her employer. She begrudgingly agreed to stay, but was still plotting her escape, which happened a few days later.
Tears ran down Amelia's face as she remembered those last days. It was behind her, but the memories haunted her. She put the necklace down and reached for a yellowed piece of paper. Skimming past the legal phrases, she looked upon the lie that had helped her move on...
"Henceforth, all documents will bear the name of 'Amelia Baker'. I give up the name written below and accept 'Amelia Baker' as my legal name. Signed, Satine Noir."