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

only managing

thinking Serana’s

comforting.

perusing the

mature, reserved charm that struck a chord with

he

him with faint disgust. “I wanted you to smell it,

smells nice,”

washed dishes. So you like the scent

beside him, his brow

Washing dishes?”

pressed her lips together tighter, withdrawing her

work.”

drawer under the coffee table, pulling

hand cream. He squeezed a

began to massage it

faint scent of flowers filled the air. Once her hands were

kissed them

that again,”

admiring her well-cared-for

so nicely, I won’t make it difficult for

shaking his head as he

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going

paused, hand still on her

pushed his hand away. “Of course. But

thinking about are off the

frown deepened

shoulder. “No

the books on the coffee

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped Yasmine into

headed

tomorrow night, no

the bed and leaned over her,

“Serana’s still here. Have you

her hand.

his embrace. “Then we’ll

doing it under the watchful

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

out of bed. “I’m

that Boyd wasn’t

stepped out, intending to get a

Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on the

graduation. You’re thinking about this too

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is

silent for a moment before conceding, “If you’ve really

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of

their

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood

moment. “I’ve got homework. I should

Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick

and toss it in the trash. She

wife, Aliza, would play the

wife at home. She would cook a table

house until it was spotless, and always speak

she prepared the meal.

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