The First Dance

"No," Queen Chioma cut him off swiftly, shaking her head. "It's already too late."

Nnnena "..."

King Ikechukwu "..."

Obinna "..."

Abuchi "..."

Ebere "..."

Chidera "..."

Queen Chioma's answer was a little too quick.

Everyone at the table knew it wasn't true.

The best tailors in the kingdom could sew a whole collection in less than a week if needed.

So why the rush to dismiss the idea?

Nnenna hid a small smirk.

A whole week.

Which fashion designer or tailor couldn't make a decent dress with that much time?

And yet, silence.

No one spoke up.

Nnenna's lips twitched in amusement.

Interesting.

But before she could say anything, Queen Chioma gracefully took control of the situation.

"My King," she said smoothly, turning to her husband. "I will handle the matter. There is no need for concern."

As if it was something so trivial that it didn't even require discussion.