Chapter 80 The Return Of The Third Musketeer

• The Tunde mansion had become a temporary festival ground.
• Relatives were everywhere—on couches, on stools, on rugs spread out in the living room—laughing, eating, and shouting over one another. The elders dominated the parlour with their loud, overlapping conversations about old friends, rising fuel prices, and wedding plans. Uncles told stale jokes that still earned belly laughs, and aunties exchanged knowing glances each time Zara’s name came up. The whole house felt full. Loud. Alive.
• Zara felt anything but.