Birthday Phobia

Ebere, glowing with excitement, was particularly pleased. Her smile lit up the room as she spoke. "Thank you, Father," she said sweetly, responding to the subtle nudge from Queen Chioma's pointed look.

"You're welcome," the king replied, his own expression softening. King Ikechukwu had always been proud of his only biological daughter. Seeing her happiness made him even more satisfied with his decision.

"It's your sweet sixteen, and we'll make sure it's the best—"

"It's my birthday too," Nnenna's calm voice cut through his words, bringing the cheerful mood to an abrupt halt.

An awkward silence descended over the table. All eyes turned to Nnenna, her composed expression a stark contrast to the sudden tension she'd caused.

The king's smile faltered, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He didn't appreciate being interrupted, especially by her. Nnenna had grown bolder, and while he found it inconvenient, he couldn't deny she had a point.