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,

half her pancakes before pushing

“Are you full?”

plate closer to himself. “I don’t think you want to

a napkin, Yasmine quipped, “Do I look

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

of the half-eaten

Yasmine smiled.

finished eating, Yasmine’s phone rang. She answered the

a second’s delay. “I’ll

watched her, “I’ve arranged a

won’t

brushed her hair back and exited the dining

see it, but if

was nothing

stairs together, Yasmine

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

paper.”

her close, kissing her forehead, “As you

drive away, Boyd headed to another

to her, then talk less. If

sweet-talk her.”

pulled away, Serana stood there,

was Yasmine who couldn’t

the driver beside

back to reality, took a

from Serana lingered in Yasmine’s mind.

they always seemed to creep into her thoughts

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

the context of their conversation, it

such an exchange with Serana

question remained unanswered, fading over

to avoid the issue too,

all, they had grown up together.

completely cut.

months of university, the

were less boisterous, more silent than before,

farewells, the pressure to advance, embarking

fear of an

Boyd, these concerns held little significance.

had already

managing things, played the hands-off boss

could stay in school if she was

the challenges weren’t too

hesitate to refuse, seemingly without ambition,

Bryson at a

couldn’t fault her, except when it came

felt uneasy around Serana since their reunion.

just that—play, and the near-death experience as

far. She couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due to past events

as time and events proved, she and Serana

didn’t mesh.

she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance grew day

was no

passed since their “unpleasant”

afternoon, Boyd came to pick up Yasmine from

the front passenger seat, but the driver opened the door and

gesturing towards the back seat for

and sat down, “Mr. Boyd, you’re really

driving your own

drive today. Got

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