Diamonds, flashy cars, polished nails, and booze seem to be just this girl’s type. It isn’t an entirely incorrect assumption, since she also thinks of herself as high maintenance (she even jokingly mentions it whenever she makes a very self-indulgent purchase). However, what most people don’t know is that there is more to this sweetheart than just a pretty face.

Beneath the witty humor, charming smiles, and flirtatious glances lies a woman wounded by the ails of battle. Broken bones and torn skin have healed every time, and yet what refuses to remedy are the horrors that plague her mind whenever she closes her eyes. Her arms are burdened by the memory of a gun’s weight—the weapon she held hundreds of times for hundreds of hours, with which she claimed the lives of others to honor her promise to her country. Serve to protect, but at the cost of an innocent’s life.

One would think that she left it all behind. And it appears to be so, because she now spends her nine-to-fives in scrubs, helping others recovering from an injury. A believable cover, really. No one would expect that her true job involves risking her life for the government as a top agent. And she’d like to keep it that way.

Diamonté Harper’s secret life is well hidden beneath the façade of a prideful girl who only wishes to surround herself with people that would distract her from her own mind. It never truly works, but it at least eases her when she needs the calm before the unexpected storms.

Movies, seafood, diamonds, perfectly polished nails, makeup, skincare.

Buzzkills, bittermelon, homework.

Working out, cooking, going out with friends, swimming, watching movies.

Espionage, sharpshooting, cocktail making, combat.

Served in the Air Force since she was 18, now works for a ghost organization under the government.