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Chapter 91 - 91 Appropriate Attires

Chapter 91: Appropriate Attires Chapter 91: Appropriate Attires There was no doubt about the princes and princesses.

But Nnenna?

King Ikechukwu wasn’t convinced.

Now that he was finally introducing her to the world, he had to ensure she wouldn’t disgrace the royal family.

His gaze flickered to his eldest daughter.

“Ebere,” he said, his voice steady.

“You will also coach your sister.” Ebere’s smirk widened ever so slightly.

“When the instructors finish for the day, you will give her extra lessons.” At this, Nnenna nearly scoffed.

As if.

The King continued, oblivious to the tension crackling between the two girls.

“Your teachers have always spoken highly of you.

They say you are quick to learn, diligent, and attentive.

I expect you to guide your sister and ensure she learns properly.” He turned back to Nnenna.

“And you,” he said, his tone sharpening.

“Make sure you listen.

To your instructors.

And to your sister.” Nnenna clenched her fork, barely holding back a laugh.

Listen to Ebere?

Now, wouldn’t that be entertaining?

She could already imagine her dear ‘sister’ relishing the chance to boss her around.

But there was one tiny problem.

She already knew everything.

The housekeeper had secretly given her books on etiquette.

She had studied every rule, every tradition.

And when Ebere had her private classes, Nnenna had listened from the window.

She didn’t just know theory.

She had watched it live.

Nnenna would practice with them, of course.

But from everything she had seen, read, and heard, she was confident, more than confident, that she was already better than Ebere.

Not that it mattered.

Even if she shouted it from the rooftops, they wouldn’t believe her.

No need to waste energy.

She would just prove it, with flawless execution, during the grand ball.

And with the way things were shaping up, those days was going to be very interesting.

The fact that so many kingdoms were attending was clearly getting to King Ikechukwu.

He was under immense pressure, nagging them non stop about preparations.

Every hour, he was checking, double checking, and even triple checking.

He was so desperate for everything to be perfect that he did something he normally wouldn’t.

He appointed Obinna to oversee a final inspection in a few days before the ball.

Nnenna nearly laughed.

So, suddenly, Obinna was good enough to supervise preparations?

What happened to all that talk about royal responsibilities being in the hands of princesses?

The King’s thoughts were clear as day.

‘A grand event like this?

Two weeks of work?

No way can princesses handle that.’ If only he knew.

A determined princess could accomplish far more than a dozen princes, if she actually put in the work.

King Ikechukwu turned to his wife, his expression softening.

“Chioma,” he said.

“Make sure the girls have everything they need, the dresses, accessories, shoes.

And the boys too.

I don’t want anyone wearing something… inappropriate.” Queen Chioma nodded, her eyes gleaming.

Dressing well was serious business for her and her children.

“Of course,” she said smoothly.

“Preparations for the dresses were handled a month ago.

The tailors and designers already took care of everything.” Her tone was confident, almost too confident.

Because she had conveniently ‘forgotten’ that Nnenna hadn’t even been home at the time.

Or maybe, just maybe, she was intentionally ignoring that fact.

After all, if she claimed later that she “forgot” about Nnenna’s dress, no one could blame her.

A perfect excuse.

King Ikechukwu studied her for a moment before nodding in approval.

“Very well,” he said.

“I also spoke to them about my own attire.

Make sure they follow my instructions exactly.

Put in extra supervision if needed.” Queen Chioma smiled, but there was something unreadable in her expression.

“Of course, my King,” she replied.

King Ikechukwu was about to check off the clothing preparations when he felt a pair of eyes on him.

Cold.

Unwavering.

He looked up.

Nnenna.

There was no disrespect in her gaze, yet something about it unsettled him.

A strange feeling crept up his spine, something close to panic.

But he was a king.

A seasoned ruler.

He refused to let a mere look shake him.

Brushing off the unease, he called out to her, his tone surprisingly gentle, thanks to his good mood.

“Nnenna, what is it?

Speak.” His second daughter did not hesitate.

“Father,” she said, clear and direct.

“I wasn’t at the palace when the tailor came.

I don’t have a dress for the ball.” Silence.

The warmth in King Ikechukwu’s expression vanished.

His gaze snapped to his wife.

“Chioma,” he said, his voice suddenly razor-sharp.

“You didn’t arrange a dress for Nnenna?” The Queen stiffened.

“How could you be so careless?!” he demanded.

His anger burned hot, not just because of the oversight, but because he knew it wasn’t an accident.

Chioma wasn’t the type to forget.

This was intentional.

And that?

That made it worse.

“Oh!

I completely forgot!” Queen Chioma suddenly exclaimed, pressing a hand to her forehead.

She let out a deep sigh, shaking her head slightly as she rested her elbow on the table for support.

“It slipped my mind.

Back when Nnenna was in the hospital, I didn’t think it was appropriate to bring a tailor and a designer there.

So I decided they would take her measurements when she returned.” She paused, throwing a quick, guilty glance at the King.

“But then, after she came back, I got so caught up in organizing everything for the ball that… well, I forgot again.” Her voice softened, laced with just the right amount of regret to excuse herself from the blame.

King Ikechukwu narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had been ready to scold someone, but now that Chioma had framed it as her being too busy ensuring the ball’s success, what could he really say?

After all, wasn’t the ball their top priority?

He sighed.

“Fine, fine.

At least she mentioned it now.

There’s still some time.” He turned toward the Queen.

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