A/N sorry about the long gap between chapters , the silly season kinda took over. Enjoy !
"I want it short and red," Jordan said, indicating to her long chocolate curls. The horrified hairdresser looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
"But darling," he exaggerrated, "People pay hundreds to get hair like yours," his fingers running though her hair.
"And I'm willing to pay hundreds to changes it!"
The man sighed and started snipping away at her hair.
It was three hours later when Jordan finally immerged from the salon, her long dark curls had been replaced with a straight cherry colored bob. She wore dark glasses and beneath them her honey coloured eyes were disguised with green contacts. Her usually short and plain nails now were covered in dark red polish close to that of her hair.
Jordan was recreating herself, everything about her, ever characteristic would be changed from the colour of her eyes to the sensible shoes she wore.
She had emptied all her accounts in Boston and now thanks to the money from her fathers house and pub, she had more than enough cash to fund her recreation. Vegas was the perfect place to recreate herself , for what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Every one has something to hide in Vegas. Her plan was to turn herself into an ex-Vegas girl, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks trying to make a fresh start. By the time Jordan returned to her hotel room , she was equipped with enough bright spandex to cover a small country, heels she needed a walking frame to walk in and padded push up bra's that some how magically gave her a 'Vegas ' size chest. Her transformation was so complete that even Danny had trouble recognizing her.
"Excuse me Miss but were not hiring at the moment" was his polite greeting when she tried to enter the surveillance area.
For the first time in days Jordan actually laughed. Lifting the dark oversized glasses she wore and dropping her fake accent she replied,
"Danny, it's me." he stared at her incredulously for a few minutes.
"Jordan??!"
"Yep"
"I mean, Miss King?" he said handing her a passport and drivers license.
"Sabrina King, that's me, " she said, dropping the identification into her new oversized handbag.
Danny walked to the locked cabinet across the room and opened it to return the illegal fire arm she had come there with.
"Goodluck Sabrina," he said handing her it.
She gave him a weak smile, a kiss on the cheek and said, "Remember you never saw me."
With that she walked out of the casino and out of the life of another man who could love her. As far as the world was concerned Jordan Cavanaugh was gone forever.
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