Her fall. The eight long months in the hospital.
Of course, that must have terrified the girl. She hadn't even considered how Little Sweetie must have felt during all that time.
Her expression softened.
Stepping forward, she wrapped the girl in a warm hug.
"I'm sorry, Little Sweetie," she murmured, holding her close. "I didn't think about how all this must have affected you."
She squeezed her gently, guilt settling in.
"Sorry for making you worry. Sorry for putting you through so much stress. But don't worry, okay?" She pulled back slightly, meeting her sister's gaze. "I have everything under control."
Little Sweetie didn't seem fully convinced.
But Nnenna wasn't done.
"There's something far more important I need to do in preparation for the ball," she continued, her eyes shining with determination. "And I have to focus on that. So, let's not worry, okay?"