Laila's POV
I lunged just hard enough for believability. Shoulder connected with hers. She stumbled backward.
Her purse flew.
Contents exploded across marble flooring. Lipstick rolling. Phone clattering. Keys. Wallet. Tissues.
Including the one with Ava's hair.
I hit the floor immediately. Hands moving fast under the guise of helping. In chaos and confusion, nobody watched close enough to see what I was really doing.
My fingers found the tissue. Ava's hair. Palmed it smoothly while simultaneously dropping my prepared sample in its place.
Three seconds.
The entire swap took maybe three seconds.
"Don't TOUCH my things!" Brittany snatched her purse back. Clutched it like I might try stealing her firstborn.
"I was trying to help—"
"You ATTACKED me!" Her voice carried through the hal
