She comes across as some sort of ingénue. The virginal girl-next-door who needs to be protected from unsavory elements.
The dupes who believe her impersonation, don’t know about her surreptitious life carried out in the darkest corners of the most sordid venues. They don’t know she has honed her storytelling skills to an art form.
When Bert proposed, no one was more surprised that she accepted, than she was. Perhaps she was tired of pretending, of keeping track of all the multifarious story plots.
Who are we kidding? She tells enough white lies to ice a wedding cake.