Felicia watched them like a strategist planning a war.
“This one is from Velmora District,” she whispered one afternoon, peeking through the curtain. “His family owns properties across three cities.”
“And the other one?” Caro asked eagerly.
“A businessman. Young, ambitious.”
Soma stood quietly in the background, holding a tray, invisible as always.
Until Felicia’s gaze slowly shifted toward her, and something changed.
Something calculating.
Something dangerous.
It started with small comments.
“You spend too much time outside,” Felicia said one morning. “People will start talking.”
“I only go to help Baba Akutu,” Soma replied carefully.
Felicia’s lips curved into a thin smile.
“That old man,” she said, her tone unreadable. “Interesting.”
From that day, she began to watch Soma more closely. Every movement, every interaction, every visit to Baba Akutu’s house.
And then one evening, she made a decision that would alter everything.
“Soma,” Felicia called softly after dinner.
That tone alone made Soma uneasy.
“Yes, ma?”
“I have found a husband for you.”
The words fell too easily, too smoothly.
Soma froze.
“A husband?”
“Yes,” Felicia continued, folding her hands calmly. “A good man, responsible. He needs a wife.”
