Nnenna could not see the comments, thankfully, but she could still feel eyes on her as she rejoined the sidelines. She kept her posture calm, her steps smooth, but inside, she was pacing.
It was over. She did it. No one noticed her mistakes. She did not embarrass Somto or herself.
Still…
Why did her chest feel heavier now than when it began?
The music had finally died down. The grand ballroom, once alive with swirling dancers and whispered excitement, now settled into a heavy, expectant silence.
The immense hall, its ceilings soaring like the heavens, chandeliers glittering like constellations, and banners fluttering with ancient symbols, held the collective breath of everyone present. This was no ordinary evening. Tonight, history would be made.
The guests shifted in their seats, the weight of anticipation pressing upon their chests. Courtiers dressed in the richest velvets and silks exchanged glances.
