Some people can’t handle the truth

Mingwa's pulse quickened. This was worse than she had expected. The necklace being found near her was too convenient, too obvious, and now everyone was looking at her like she was guilty. "I didn't take it," she said firmly, stepping forward. "I never touched the necklace, let alone put it under my script. Someone must've—"

"Come on, Mingwa," one of the crew members interrupted, his tone impatient. "You were right here. How does something like that just end up under your script?"

Another chimed in, "You were standing near the props earlier. Were you trying to mess with Harin? This isn't some petty competition, you know."

Mingwa's eyes widened. "I didn't take it. I was standing by the props earlier because the director called me and left when Harin called. So what—-"