... Kind enough to share freely, and low key enough to hide her connections with royalty? Her image of Hannah was getting more and more intriguing. No wonder Carl vouched for her. Someone like that… was not ordinary.
Nnenna's curiosity kept building like a rising tide. She quickened her steps without even realizing it, heart thumping softly in anticipation.
As they reached the dance studio for year ones, the sleek double doors slid open with a quiet swoosh. Warm light spilled out, soft and golden, welcoming them in.
The room was wide and airy, with high mirrors lining the walls from end to end. The polished wooden floor gleamed under the natural light filtering through the skylight panels above.
In one corner, a speaker system sat quietly, and a few practice mats were neatly stacked on a shelf. The air carried a faint scent of clean sweat, wood polish, and something light, lavender, maybe.
It felt calm. Peaceful.
