Chapter 728
Her facial disguise was complete.
Sienna looked down at her dress. The ruffled hemline falling below her knees was still far too elegant and eye-catching.
She crouched down, grabbed the seam of the hem, and ripped it hard.
She tore off the entire bottom half of the skirt, shortening it to a couple of inches above her knees.
The once sophisticated, graceful garment instantly looked rough and ragged.
She then took the torn lace, nimbly wrapped it twice, and tied it awkwardly around the strap of her bodice.
It gave the perfectly tailored neckline a messy, chaotic look.
After a bit more adjusting.
The pristine, designer dress was transformed into a cheap, tattered rag.
Sienna walked back over to the puddle and took another look.
Her dress was hacked short, her top looked awkwardly tied together, and her hair was pulled back into a messy, unkempt knot.
Her face was swollen beyond recognition.
She was completely unrecognizable from the woman she had been just hours ago.
Even the people closest to her wouldn’t be able to spot her in a crowd.
Satisfied, she dusted off her hands and prepared to leave the tunnel, but her fingers brushed against an empty spot by her side.
Then she remembered p>
Right before Jarred jumped, he had taken her jacket.
And tucked away inside its inner pocket were her phone, the backup phone Jarred had given her, and the family crest.
She had absolutely no way to contact anyone.
She had to make it to Heron Bay to find help.
Sienna’s thoughts suddenly shifted to Declan and the others.
Had they all been wiped out? Or p>
Did they know Jarred had fallen off the cliff? Were any of his men still searching the area?
Were they… already looking for him?
Her mind felt like a chaotic, swirling mess.
She stayed hidden in the tunnel until the sky outside began to brighten.
After repeatedly ensuring there were no footsteps or suspicious movements outside, she finally stood, stretched her stiff limbs, and walked toward the exit.
Sure enough, past the abandoned quarry, Heron Bay came into view.
The golden light of dawn bathed the busy docks.
Fishermen were already hard at work pulling in nets, hauling catches, and unloading cargo.
The air was filled with loud voices and the rushed rhythm of daily life.
The village felt vibrantly alive, yet not an ounce of that warmth reached Sienna.
She stood on the side of the dirt road, wearing a hacked-up dress and sporting a face covered in ugly, swollen blisters.
Her skin was dark and muddy, her hair tangled with dirt and grass—she looked like a complete trainwreck.
Passersby hurried past, their eyes skimming over her with undisguised disgust before quickly looking away.
When she accidentally blocked someone’s path, a burly man barked, “Move it! Stop standing around in the way p>
Others instinctively stepped aside, dodging her as if she were carrying a plague, refusing to even make eye contact.
She approached a fisherman, attempting to strike up a conversation. “Sir, could I borrow your phone for a moment? My fends and I p>
The man didn’t even look up, his voice harsh and booming. “A phone? Do I look like I carry a damn phone out here? Out of the way! Stop blocking me p>
Sienna lowered her gaze, wading through the sea of scornful looks.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t been ignored before, but she had never felt so entirely invisible.
Everyone in the alley was consumed by their own tasks, and the few who did glance her way immediately averted their eyes from her disfigured face.
They looked away as if she had just spotted a pile of garbage.
She was hideously ugly, and her clothes were bizarre.
She looked like nothing more than a wretched, homeless wanderer who had stumbled into their town.
No one bothered to give her a second look.