Looking at her now, you'd think she grew up in the lap of luxury. But you'd be wrong, because the opposite is in fact true. Left on the doorstep of an orphanage when she was just a baby, her parents abandoned her with no note, no explanation. The orphanage staff took her in and raised her with all the love they could spare but it was clear from the start that none of it was enough for her. And on her 18th birthday, that "not enough" became too much. She left the orphanage that night - no note and no explanation, much like the way she had first arrived - and was never heard from ever again.
Two years later, in a much wealthier city quite a ways away, a fresh face emerged from the usual circle of upper-crust socialites. The tabloids named her as Luxe and soon enough, her golden locks and dazzling smile had the entire city enchanted. Nobody knew where the young woman, who seemed to have an endless supply of money yet no visible means of acquiring it, had come from but that hardly mattered. Sure people were curious but, at the end of the day, the mystery only added to her charm.
Only the young woman herself carried the knowledge of her true identity and name. For of course, Luxe was one simply made up to emulate her new lifestyle. She had left her real name, along with all the memories and implications that it had carried, behind when she had fled from the orphanage and she had no intentions of ever looking back. The fame and fortune, glitz and glamour - everything that she had once wished for - was now hers and nobody would ever discover her humble roots if she had any say in the matter.