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.

you for the meal,” she

reply, only managing a stiff

the kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile

comforting.

on the sofa, perusing

mature, reserved charm that struck a chord with her. She

Puzzled, he took her hand and kissed

“I wanted you to smell

nice,”

So you like the scent of dish

beside him,

Washing dishes?”

together tighter, withdrawing her hand.

work.”

the drawer under the

squeezed a generous

began to massage it

of flowers filled the air. Once her

Boyd kissed them

that again,” he

admiring her well-cared-for

won’t make it

head as he gently tugged

tonight?”

look. “Not going back until you finish my

paused, hand still on

his hand away. “Of course. But

thinking about are off the

deepened at

patted his shoulder. “No room for

glanced at the books on the

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off the table,

headed

night,

the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have

hand. “She’ll

of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she leaves.

it under the watchful eyes of a third

wasn’t joking, Boyd

of bed. “I’m going

found that Boyd wasn’t in the

intending to get a

Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on

have two years before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

think my

for a moment before conceding, “If you’ve

it’s up to you.”

sigh

caught the beginning of their conversation,

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up

her for a moment. “I’ve got homework. I should head

glass of water. “It’s at the

temperature.”

pick up an orange

it in the trash. She took a sip

way Bryson’s wife, Aliza,

home. She would cook

tidy the house until it was spotless, and always speak

she prepared the meal.

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