At this point you might be wondering how I, Camille Beaulli turned to the life of crime. Easy. I got bored.
For real though. I was a ballerina in Paris. Top of my class. One day someone made a comment that changed my life.
"You know, you are so light on the feet that you could be a criminal if you wanted."
That month, I planned my first heist.
It was a hobby. Dance was my life, but I needed something besides pirouettes and al e seconds. Some say, take up writing, reading, a sport. Not challenging enough! I needed something that made me feel ALIVE. That's what I got. That's how I felt that one moment (honestly, it was more than a moment) with Neal. Then he told me. He had job for me. Help him steal a Raphael, St. George and the Dragon, and I get an in with his friend/fence Alex. Soon I met Mozzie, who was impressed by my knowledge of classical music. Then Neal told me about Kate. That bitch. She took him. He is a perfect human (minus the multiple crimes). And she took him. From me. I hated her the moment Neal told me that I'd helped him steal the painting to impress her. He didn't need her, HE HAD ME! But he made his choice long ago, and it wasn't me. Sadly.
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The French Ballerina: A White Collar FanFic
Fanfiction"Casse Toi!" I said to the very handsome man who was trying to stop me. He rolled his eyes at me. That's when I recognized him. Nick Halden, which was an alias that he'd given me a few years ago. "Hey, Caffery."
