Sheila POV.The security guards dragged my cousin off me before I could even process what had happened.One minute Zuki was sprawled beneath me on the airport floor, grinning like she hadn’t just robbed a seventy-something-year-old grandma in broad daylight; The next, two security officers had her by the arms, lifting her to her feet while she kicked her legs lazily like she was being carried to a spa appointment.“Watch the hair, babes,” she said airily as they hauled her away. “It’s freshly dyed.”I stared after her, rooted to the tile floor, clutching the old lady’s purse like it was a live grenade.This...this pink hurricane was my cousin?I blinked, unable to believe it.In the background, a Christmas Carol played softly, punctuating the moment: jingle bells... jingle bells... jingle all the way.I was dumbstruck, bells ringing in my head.When I finally forced my legs to move, the third security guard waiting, shuffling from foot to foot, took me straight to the security office.
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