Still, she didn't move. Her mind was too caught up, taking in the scene around her. So this… this is the market…
The old man's patience ran out. "Move, little girl! I need to pass!" he huffed, shifting his weight to adjust his load.
"Oh! Sorry, sir!" Nnenna quickly stepped aside.
The old man rolled his eyes but gave her a brief nod before pushing forward, vanishing into the crowd.
Now standing at the side of the street, Nnenna took in the sight before her properly.
It was chaotic yet mesmerizing. Her first real time in the marketplace.
Before now, she had only ever been outside the palace twice, once when she had fallen down the stairs and was rushed, unconscious, to the hospital.
The second time was when Ikenna had taken her to Build A Fortune Finance Company… and then later that day, to Ruben's, more like Rick Stone's, house.
But this?
This was different.
This felt like freedom.
