"The house looks splendid, and everyone seems focused on ensuring the ball is perfect."
Ndidi chuckled softly, a sound with no warmth, only calculated intent. "Perfect for them, perhaps. But I have other plans."
Ruth leaned in, curiosity glinting in her eyes. "And these plans… they involve her, don't they?"
"Who else?" Ndidi whispered, venom lacing every syllable. "Olaedo. That so called bride of my stepson. She struts around this house as if she belongs here, flaunting herself in my prestigious Arinze household. Tomorrow… tomorrow, I'll remind her, and everyone else, exactly who she is."
Ruth's brow arched, caution threading her tone. "Are you sure this is wise? The family's reputation is at stake too."
Ndidi's eyes narrowed, a predator's focus sharpening. "Our reputation will survive. I've planned this meticulously, Ruth. By the time I'm done, everyone will see her for what she truly is, an outsider who doesn't belong in the Arinze family."
