A Cinderella Story - ZeyBar

Chapter 6

"Will you help me bring my presents to my room?" - The soft voice of the man next to me asks, seconds after the car stops in front of the mansion.

"Of course" - I say in a tired voice and pick up a few bags, some heavy, others not so much, he also takes the rest of the gifts and with quick steps we climb the stairs of the mansion to his room, the room where some time ago I thought of him as an employee and nearly hit him with a vase.

A slight smile appears on my face at the memory of that day, although it wasn't very funny then, today I can't believe how different my opinion is about this person.

"What is it?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing, I ..." - I get rid of my load by leaving the bags on his bed. - "I remembered when-" - I point to the bathroom door and my smile grows.

"Ah, yes, good memories ..." he smiles, and we both stare at the white door, and probably he, like me, visualizes our strange first meeting. - "You-" - he turns to me. - "Did you really think I was the new driver? What will the driver do in my bathroom? " - I laugh

"That's what I was wondering. Then my light came on. In fact- "- I hesitate to finish my thought, but in the end I just do it. - "when I looked into your eyes- .. I found out who you are" - I look away from him. "You didn't look like your childish version at all." - I admit and look at him for a moment, the smile still hangs on his face.

"I'll ask you something-" he searches my eyes and I dare to meet mine with his. - "Why did you not like me then? I hope only then ... "

" So you don't remember how you hit me in the head with a ball when we were younger, laughed in my face and ran away?" I say with a smile. I don't even know how this story has become funny now, and it used to make me so angry.

"What?" He covers his mouth with his hands. "Have I done such a thing?" he looks surprised. Apparently I'm the only one who remembers him.

"Yes. I thought you were still like that- "

"But?"

"But?" I laugh.

"Tell me there's a 'but'?" he says, making a face

"There is ... It turned out that I was wrong." - I look down again because I'm so shy.

I hear his laughter.

"Are you tired?" - He changes the subject abruptly.

"Biraz"

"Çok mu, biraz?"

"Çok!" - I admit we both laugh in unison again.

"Don't stay up late - you're at work tomorrow!"

"True..I, um. Good night, then .." - I say and walk to the door.

"Good night, Zeynep," I hear his voice behind me and close the door.

I go back to my room and look in the mirror. A smile still sits on my face. At the sight of my happy head, I immediately realize that something is wrong, I take off my smile and cover my forehead with my hand. I'm quite warm, but I know I don't have a fever, I'm just flushed because of the conversation I had a while ago...

I wake up early the next day, it often happens to me lately, even before my alarm. Today is going to be a long and stressful day - my first working day as an intern at T&B & L International Law Corporation. I am terribly worried if I will be able to cope with the work and the tasks set, but I have to believe more in myself, as a wise man once reminded me.

I go downstairs to the kitchen as soon as I'm done with my makeup and outfit for today. My mother has made and served me breakfast, something she rarely does, but she is especially proud of her daughter now. She is obviously more worried than me, wandering aimlessly around the kitchen, and me and Sultan abla are laughing at her. While having breakfast, I hear the voices of my bosses in the other dining room, where they have family breakfast. From time to time I hear his thick voice, which makes me listen more focused, and then I remember that their conversation is not my bussiness.