She wore jeans that were dark, tight, and far too flattering to be just because of jeans. Her feet hid in some very stylish boot-wedges that hypnotized with an alluring black. Her stark white blouse was very fitted and somehow very appropriate even with the sleeves rolled up, maybe because it was tucked in. An exotically patterned silk scarf served as her belt. But for some reason, that day, they noticed more than the outfit itself, or even the beauty masked behind it, the dainty silver charm bracelet with two charms dangling from her left hand. No one cared to notice the small diamond gracing her ring finger. She rolled a small red suitcase but carried a hot pink bag (how dare she clash colors, and how dare it look so damn good) through the terminal for international travel. How could her bag be so small? How could she only have carry-ons? They didn't realize that though she was only twenty-three, she'd been an expert at travel for years. She knew exactly how to pack, whether for a weekend or for a year, and she knew her way around many an airport in many a country.
But they didn't know. They didn't know that when the authorities came looking for a woman in her mid-twenties with green eyes and red hair that it was the blue-eyed brunette with the clashing colors. They didn't know that the suitcase carried several unique and very expensive items of clothing which she never paid for. They didn't know that her passport was a damn good fake, as was her name and her story. Sweet Jenny Johnson from Nashville, Vanderbilt grad with a major in industrial engineering, on her way to Madrid to work for El Corte Ingles, wasn't. Instead, she was sneaky Fiona Zimmerman from Los Angeles, UCLA dropout, on her way to Ibiza to escape the FBI. Lucky for her, they lost all leads at that airport, and they'd soon give up thinking that Fiona Zimmerman wasn't a big enough threat to bother in chasing. If Fiona knew, she'd laugh. They obviously didn't know the half of it. But Fiona didn't know, so she changed her identity one last time:
to Fiona Ryder, wife of Alonzo the Spaniard who caused trouble for a brief time in America before running home to Ibiza and sending an engagement ring to his girlfriend in what he promised would be his very last con. And hers? Stealing a priceless vintage wedding gown and tuxedo for a wedding on a Spanish beach with only six people and a photographer.
But they didn't know. How were they supposed to? The person they saw was a fashionable Tennessee native with two charms on a silver bracelet, not a disguised Californian wearing an engagement ring. Fiona knew that much. So just before they said their vows, Fiona and Alonzo threw their gifts from their first anniversary of dating into the Mediterranean. Now their rings and their stories were all they needed.
