How, despite everything, she didn't want the music to stop.
She ignored that voice.
Whatever these feelings were, they couldn't be anything else. She knew her heart. She knew what was right. And romance? With Somto?
Impossible.
She had no such feelings for him. She was sure of this.
She looked up briefly at him, at those sharp, unreadable eyes, and quickly looked away again.
Maybe it was just because she was unfamiliar with matters of men and women. No experience to help her see things clearer.
Maybe the consciousness that they weren't really siblings by blood was more heightened whenever she was with Somto making her react weirdly even without being in love with him.
The music continued. The dance carried on. But inside her, a war of thoughts had just begun.
The music floated gently across the ballroom, slow and elegant, yet with every note, Nnenna's heart pounded like war drums.
