Caitan grabs the bag out of Avery's hands and forces the zipper open. She rifles through the bag for a moment, and her forehead wrinkles. The blonde and brunette women crowd next to her, staring into the open bag. Avery smiles—she knows they see the double-wire seam and careful hand-stitched details. No fake bag has such careful details.
Caitan flips the bag over and shakes the contents onto the floor. A pack of tissues, Avery's phone, a credit card, and something wrapped in blue and red foil fall to the ground. Caitan nudges the pile with the toe of her shoe, and a nasty grin spreads across her face.
"Is that what I think it is?" Caitan asks. "I can't believe she brought that here!"
The crowd presses closer, but it's impossible to see what Caitan is talking about—the foil package is now hidden under the hem of her golden gown.
"What do you think I brought?" Avery asks.
