Chapter 174
Estela POV
I thought we'd head straight to the airport—get new names, fake passports, and disappear into the next convenient timezone like every other time. But Daphne had other plans. Julia did her magic and somehow managed to secure us a different route, something more unpredictable.
Now, I'm a blonde with seafoam-green contact lenses, a spray tan, and an obnoxiously sparkly bikini top that makes my chest pop like a highlighter. I look like I belong on reality tv.
The sort of woman you'd expect to be clinging to a much older man with money, fake teeth, and a yacht he calls his "lady."
That's where Daphne comes in.
She's…unrecognizable. Her usual swagger replaced by the slouched posture of a potbellied balding man with a glint of sleaze in his eye. Her tan lines are uneven, her gut is padded, and she smells like a mix of cheap cigars and even cheaper rum. The disguise is so good it actually offends me.
