"Haunted, huh? Maybe I should keep the passage's existence a secret for a while longer."
The thought amused him more than he cared to admit.
It was a calm Wednesday morning, and the Arinze mansion buzzed with its usual activity. Servants moved around with precision, their quiet efficiency a reflection of the household's discipline.
In the dining hall, the family sat down to breakfast, the air filled with the gentle clinking of cutlery and polite conversation.
Olaedo sipped her tea gracefully, her composed presence radiating effortless poise.
Ifeoma, on the other hand, watched her with a spark of mischief behind her eyes. Her thoughts were far from calm.
Today, I'll see if her so called perfect act can crumble. Her fingers tightened subtly around her glass of juice. She had observed Olaedo since her arrival, yet something about her serenity felt unnatural.
No one is this perfect without a reason. I need to see her real face, and what better way than to provoke her?
