Then, without sparing her another glance, he turned to Olaedo. His voice softened, but just slightly. "We're ready for you to join us inside."
Olaedo met his eyes, her composure unshaken, and allowed him to lead her away. Their arms hooked together like a declaration of silent authority.
As the pair walked off, the women behind them exchanged confused glances.
"Wait… was that really the Young Madam?"
"No way. She would've said something!"
The guard, however, wasn't confused. His eyes widened in realization as the pieces fell into place. Did I just meet the rumoured Young Madam?
Meanwhile, Chibuzor cast a sidelong glance at Olaedo, his lips curving into a mark of disapproval. "Next time, try not to cause such a commotion."
Olaedo tilted her head at him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She wouldn't be out done. "Next time, tell your staff to recognize their Young Madam. Might save us both some time."
