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.”

sip of her

only ate half her pancakes before pushing the

“Are you full?”

the plate closer to himself. “I don’t

mouth with a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

took a bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg Yasmine

Yasmine smiled.

Yasmine’s phone rang. She

a second’s delay. “I’ll be right

watched her, “I’ve arranged

said, “I won’t be going to

back

but if Yasmine

was nothing

descended the stairs together, Yasmine

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

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing

away, Boyd headed to another vehicle.

learn to talk to her, then talk less. If you piss

sweet-talk her.”

away, Serana stood there, a picture

was Yasmine who

the driver beside her

reality, took a deep breath, and got into the

lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She

to worry about it, but they always seemed to creep into her

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

sure, given the context of their conversation, it

exchange with Serana could only

question remained unanswered,

seemed to avoid the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

all, they had

completely cut.

of university,

They were less boisterous, more silent than before, perhaps

to advance, embarking on

or fear of an

Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little significance.

focus had

Bryson managing things, played the hands-off

Bryson even suggested she could stay in school

the challenges weren’t

didn’t hesitate to refuse, seemingly without

at a

couldn’t fault her, except when it

around Serana

that—play, and the near-death experience as

deny Serana’s present self due

old prejudices forever, but as time and

didn’t mesh.

she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew

her displeasure was no longer

month had passed

pick up Yasmine from

for the front passenger seat, but the driver opened the

back seat for her. Boyd was

“Mr. Boyd, you’re really stepping up your

your own

took her hand, “Can’t drive today. Got a dinner planned for

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