After dinner, Yasmine and Serana tidied up the dining area.

“Cleaning up” was a generous term, considering Serana was doing most of the

work.

Yasmine, who had grown up in an orphanage, may not have had the easiest

childhood, but she was never required to do chores like cooking, laundering, or

chopping wood. Once she left the orphanage, such tasks were even further from

her reality. Her hands were soft and beautiful, with slender, pale fingers.

Standing beside Serana at the sink, the most Yasmine would do was to wipe

down the already clean dishes. And she had this air about her, as if she had

done some monumental task that deserved high praise.

Enter title…

Serana wasn’t much of a talker. It seemed ever since Yasmine started dating

Boyd, Serana had become even quieter. The time they spent washing dishes

was particularly tough for her. The moment the last plate was dried, she let out a

sigh of relief and quickly said, “There’s nothing left to do now, Yasmine. You

should get on with your evening.”

Yasmine rinsed her hands under the faucet and watched Serana put away the

dishes. “I’ve always meant to say, you have a real knack for cooking and

cleaning,” she said.d2

Serana paused for a moment, then smiled at her. “I’m just curious about these

things, so I tend to pay more attention. Boyd isn’t too keen on eating out. If you

have the time, I could teach you a few of his favorite dishes.”

Yasmine chuckled and shook her head. “No time for that.”

After putting away the utensils, Serana turned and gave her a strained smile.

“They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I’m sure Boyd would

be delighted if you cooked for him.”

“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” Yasmine smirked, looking at

her. “Is that what you thought back then?”

Serana’s smile froze instantly. Her eyes locked with Yasmine’s for a few

seconds before she forced herself to look away, her grip tightening on the edge

of the countertop. “It seems like you’ve misunderstood something about us,”

Serana said softly.

Yasmine observed her for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. “Why so

tense? Who did I misunderstand you with?” she teased.

Serana bit her lip, replying quietly, “Nothing…”

Noticing Serana’s trembling hand on the counter, Yasmine’s eyes sharpened.

for the meal,” she

didn’t reply, only managing

left the kitchen, thinking Serana’s

comforting.

the sofa, perusing the stack of books she’d brought

that struck a chord with

out her hand. Puzzled, he took her hand and kissed

disgust. “I wanted you to smell

smells nice,”

you like

down beside him, his brow furrowing with suspicion.

Washing dishes?”

tighter, withdrawing

work.”

into the drawer

of hand cream. He squeezed a

began to

flowers filled the air. Once

kissed

do that

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

so nicely, I won’t make

his head as he gently tugged at her ear.

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you finish my

hand still

hand away. “Of

you’re thinking about are

deepened at her

patted his shoulder. “No

on the coffee table. “What about starting

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the

headed

night, no

down on the bed and leaned over

here. Have you no

her hand. “She’ll

embrace. “Then we’ll

it under the watchful eyes

wasn’t joking, Boyd

out of bed. “I’m

found that Boyd

and stepped out, intending to get

and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on

before graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

anxious. “I think

was silent for a moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

sigh of

beginning of their conversation, but she had a

about what it entailed.

emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the

for a moment. “I’ve got homework. I

stood and handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

pick up an orange peel from

in the trash. She

wife, Aliza, would play the part

would cook a table of dishes that her

son liked, tidy the house until it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

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