People turned to look at her, their gazes sharp and filled with something she could not quite place.
Then the whispers started. Low murmurs rippled through the crowd like a quiet storm, following her with every step she took.
At first, she ignored it. Maybe it was nothing. But as she walked further in, their eyes didn't waver. Some whispered behind their hands, others simply stared, their expressions unreadable.
That was when she knew, something was definitely wrong.
But what?
She had no idea.
Nnenna's confusion deepened as she glanced around, searching for a familiar face, someone who would explain what was happening. But Somto was nowhere in sight. Neither was Arthur. Or Carl.
Even her own family was absent. At this moment, she completely forgot that she wasn't even happy with Carl. The isolation made her stomach tighten.
Before she could dwell on it further, Prince Ankhbayar approached her. He walked with purpose, his usual confident stride slightly hesitant this time.
