Born to Evelyn and Beauford Lovett - an elite socialite family of Los Angeles, she grew up along with her older brother accustomed to the flashing cameras and incessant pestering of paparazzi though she learned from an early age her parents thrived off of their immersion into the upper ends of society. And yet anything to do with that world and way of living made her blood boil and her mouth turn down into a pout and her fingers clench into fists, because her mother had once been a sweetheart of a woman and an epitome of a perfect parent but suddenly the money and the diamond rings meant so much more than her ‘jewel’ of a daughter and ‘dashing’ boy of a son. Jules watched her mother transform from a charming, small-town Louisiana girl to a greedy businessman’s wife and then lose every shred of decency there was in her tiny little body. And perhaps Juliet should’ve been able to deal with that- hell, she and her brother had spend their entire lives witnessing the empire her father had created grow and thrive and warp every sense of a family that they had ever known. And perhaps she should’ve expected his hatred. From any early age, Juliet learned what would set her father off, careful to push just the right buttons in the hopes her mother would go back to her sweet lullabies and forehead kisses and gifts of tart watermelon lollipops and realize he smacked his little girl across the face when she was off getting a manicure or punched her son square across the mouth whenever he dared to ask for a meal, or invited a younger blonde with way too big of a nose to his bedroom when he thought his darling little girl and sweetheart of a little boy weren’t paying any attention.

For a few years, she settled here and there volunteering around the country, building houses for those in need, taking photos for foster agencies in hopes of getting them placed with a loving family. Floating wherever the wind and her heart felt like it was taking her. She did everything she could for those kids, for those people - for the homeless, for those without a family. She felt strongly about coming to the aid of others - like it was a permanent piece of her heart. Finally ending up in the grand city of Nashville, Juliet continued picking up photography gigs to make ends meet; because the instant she’d boarded the plane her father had snatched the money and every account in his name she’d been given access to and though she was at a loss as to where to go and what to do, she finally felt free. New Orleans, Louisiana was a spur of the moment decision when she found a charity needing help with the advertising of their business, requesting a skilled photographer and the promise of her getting a first-hand look at the families they’d directly impacted with their service. Buying a place in the French Quarter with the last of her grandmother’s money she had saved up and landing a bartending gig to try and make the place feel a little more like home made the move feel a little more final, a little more like she was where she was supposed to be. Because she’d been running for years now, and maybe it was time to stop.