She sat in the beautifully decorated chamber, dressed like Rachel, smelling like Rachel. Her shame knew no bounds. What would her father have told Rachel? She knew her sister would have wanted to know if she agreed to the plan.
Ndifreke stared after Ita like he had grown green wings. He spoke for another two minutes before she put up her hands and screeched. “Wait a minute? You’re doing what?” “Did you not hear what I was saying since?” He hissed. “You