As Nnenna approached, Anya's lips curled into a small, almost unreadable smile.
From the very first moment she had set eyes on Arthur, when he arrived at the grand opening ball that evening, she had been unable to forget him.
That night, she had carved his face, his elegance, his mannerisms, and his every move into her mind, wishing, hoping, that one day he would be hers.
But her hopes had shattered the moment she witnessed his interactions with Nnenna.
It was obvious that Nnenna was special to Arthur. Maybe not in a romantic way, but anyone with eyes could see there was definitely something between them.
That realization had kept Anya awake the entire night. She wasn't the type to get flustered easily, but this? This frustrated her beyond reason.
She had high standards, so high that very few men had ever caught her interest. But for the first time, she had found someone who met those standards, only to discover that he had no interest in her whatsoever.
