At that moment, Nnenna finally looked up, her lips curling into a slow, eerie smile. "You're inviting me, sister?" she asked in a soft, sweet voice, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "How kind of you."
She tilted her head slightly, her smile deepening. "Alright then," she said, her tone dripping with unsettling cheerfulness. "I'll be there."
Ebere's breath hitched for a second. For the first time, it felt like she had made a miscalculation.
Nnenna's eerie tone had sent a shiver down her spine, making her instinctively step back. She quickly masked her discomfort, spun on her heel, and walked away, but her stiff posture gave her away, Nnenna had successfully rattled her.
With a roll of her eyes, Nnenna stepped back into her room, shutting the door behind her. She wasn't in the mood for childish mind games.
Not today.