The air was cooler here, faintly smelling of cleaning fluid. She locked the stall door behind her and immediately went to work.
She locked the stall and set her shopping bags on the small metal hook before exhaling sharply.
Her handbag lay on the counter, simple and ordinary-looking, yet from inside she pulled out a second bag—a slim, foldable case she always kept hidden. It snapped open into a neat, larger bag, the perfect place to tuck away what mattered most. She slipped her tablet, phone, and cards into it carefully, hiding them in a way no one would suspect.
Then she turned to her shopping bags. Piece by piece, she pulled out the clothes she had just purchased—the black pants, the plain white T-shirt, and the trendy brown jacket.
Bella changed out of her dress and into the disguise. The fabric hugged her frame differently, making her silhouette straighter, less feminine.
