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.

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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

didn’t reply, only managing a stiff

Serana’s smile

comforting.

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

a mature, reserved charm that struck a chord

out her hand. Puzzled, he took

looked at him with faint disgust. “I wanted you to smell it, not

smells nice,”

washed dishes. So you

her down beside him, his brow furrowing with

Washing dishes?”

together tighter, withdrawing

work.”

into the drawer under the coffee

hand cream. He squeezed a

to

of flowers filled the

Boyd kissed them

do that again,”

arched an eyebrow, admiring her

won’t make

as he gently

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back until you finish

Boyd paused, hand

his hand away. “Of course.

about are

deepened at her

patted his shoulder. “No room

the coffee table. “What about

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table,

headed

tomorrow night,

and leaned over her, Yasmine put her

here.

removed her hand.

squirmed out of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she leaves. I’m

the watchful

joking,

of bed. “I’m going to

shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in the

intending

Boyd was speaking with

two years before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

think my major is totally

moment before conceding, “If

it’s up to you.”

sigh of

their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

emerged from the bedroom, Serana

a moment. “I’ve got homework. I

glass of water.

temperature.”

the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange

in the trash. She took a sip

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

capable wife at home. She would cook a table of dishes that

son liked, tidy the house until it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

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