But one thing was certain: tonight belonged to Chibuzor and Olaedo. Their weekend practice was showing. Every move felt deliberate. Coordinated. Powerful.
Later, Olaedo finally sat at the table reserved for the family. Her posture was perfect, her expression composed. Only her eyes moved, watching, learning, measuring the room with quiet confidence.
As a server approached with a tray, Olaedo accepted a drink gracefully. But the girl leaned closer, her voice a quick, excited whisper.
"Young Madam… I just came from my rounds. Most of the guests love you. Keep doing great!"
Olaedo's brows lifted, just slightly. She hadn't asked for the girl's opinion, yet the servant looked proud, almost thrilled, to deliver the report. She must have gone out of her way to listen around.
The unexpected support warmed Olaedo more than the drink in her hand.
But approval wasn't the only thing floating in the air.
