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,”

reply, only managing

kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile was more unsettling

comforting.

the sofa, perusing the stack of books she’d

reserved charm that struck a chord with her. She

hand. Puzzled, he took her hand and kissed it

at him with faint disgust. “I wanted you to

nice,”

So you like

pulled her down beside him,

Washing dishes?”

together tighter, withdrawing her hand. “I did

work.”

reached into the drawer

He squeezed

began to

of flowers filled the air. Once her hands were

Boyd kissed

that again,”

eyebrow, admiring

I won’t

he gently tugged at her ear. “Staying

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you

paused, hand still on

hand away. “Of course.

things you’re thinking about are off

frown deepened at

shoulder. “No room

books on the coffee table. “What about

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the

headed for the

night,

the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you no

her hand.

embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she

doing it under the watchful eyes of a

wasn’t joking,

of bed. “I’m going

Yasmine found that Boyd

intending to get a

speaking with a

before graduation. You’re

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major

for a moment before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of relief.

of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana stood up from the

a moment. “I’ve got

Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up an

the trash. She took a

the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play the part of

She would cook

it was spotless, and always

she prepared the meal.

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