Serana bit her lip, silent.

Straightening up in her chair, Yasmine’s gaze grew colder. “You might not like

hearing this, but you knew what you were doing getting into this. So don’t play

the victim.”

Casting a glance at the sandwiches left on the table, Yasmine let out a sarcastic

chuckle. “To win a man’s heart, you gotta win his stomach first. Have you

managed that over all these years?”

The words were blunt, and any pretense of ignorance Serana had maintained

was now impossible to continue.

Enter title…

Perhaps Yasmine hit a particularly sore spot, Serana finally met Yasmine’s eyes.

“No one knows Boyd better than I do.”

Yasmine raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at

Serana with feigned interest, as if waiting for a sermon.d2

Serana didn’t disappoint, continuing, “Sure, you knew him before I did, but you

left his side for nine years. During those nine years, I was the one by his side.”

The expression on Yasmine’s face grew darker by several degrees. “Are you

bragging or giving me a friendly reminder of my place? That it’s about time I

stepped aside?”

Shaking her head, Serana clarified, “I’m not bragging, nor reminding you of

anything. I’m just laying out the facts to explain that I’ve grown up with him, I

know what he wants, and that’s why I’ve come to accept him being with you.”

Yasmine nodded, “It seems I should thank you for being so gracious about us

being together.”

“I know you must think I’m a fool, but if I…”

“What’s going on here?”

Boyd’s voice suddenly cut in, interrupting Serana. He placed a plate of spaghetti

in front of Yasmine. “You ordered it. You better eat it all.”

“But I didn’t say I wanted two eggs.”

“Just eat it.”

Boyd sat beside her, giving Serana a fleeting glance. “What were you two

talking about?”

Serana’s complexion paled slightly as she gently shook her head. “Nothing

important.”

Boyd turned to Yasmine, only to hear her say, “It’s not ‘nothing.’ I’m actually

quite curious about what you were about to say.”

a sip of her milk, “I

half her pancakes before

“Are you full?”

“I don’t think you want to hear

with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I look like

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg Yasmine

Yasmine smiled.

finished eating, Yasmine’s phone rang.

a second’s delay. “I’ll be

her, “I’ve arranged

“I won’t be going to school

hair back and

off. Boyd could see it, but if Yasmine had already

was nothing more he

descended the stairs together, Yasmine acting as if

into the car, she reminded him, “Don’t forget about

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her forehead,

car drive away, Boyd headed to another vehicle. “If

then talk less. If you piss her

sweet-talk her.”

car pulled away, Serana stood there,

was Yasmine who

Serana,” the driver

took a deep breath, and got into

unfinished words from Serana lingered

worry about it, but they always seemed to creep

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context of their conversation, it

an exchange with Serana

unanswered, fading

avoid the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

all, they had grown up together. The

completely cut.

the last few months of university, the students’

boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking

of an

Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held

focus had already

Bryson managing things, played the hands-off boss

even suggested she could stay in school

weren’t too great

hesitate to

Bryson at a

fault her, except when

Serana since

just that—play, and the near-death experience

present self due to

time and events

didn’t mesh.

Serana off. Her intolerance grew day

displeasure was no longer

passed since their

afternoon, Boyd came to pick up Yasmine from school.

but the

gesturing towards the back seat for her. Boyd was already sitting

“Mr.

your own car

“Can’t drive today. Got a dinner planned for

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