A Cinderella Story - ZeyBar

Chapter XIII

Previously... 

I enter my room, close the door behind me, and lean back against it.

I can't believe you kissed him! - my thoughts say. But it was magical, don't you think?

I nod to myself and throw myself on my bed with a giggle.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. I have a message from him. I open it with trembling hands.

"Sana da iyi geceler küçük hanım"

...

Zeynep.

"Zeynep !?" - Mom's voice sounds in the kitchen and I jump on my chair. - "What's wrong with you, can't you hear me? I told you a hundred times to give me the salt from the table? " - Mom turns to me. Did she call me? When?

"Sorry, I didn't hear you ..." I say as I hand her what she asked for.

"How can you hear me when you're not in the room at all. What do you think so much about, one will say that you are in love! " - Mom speaks with her back to me, cooking.

This is good, because my smile after her words will confuse her. She's right. I'm not here. I'm in another universe where everything is so good. After last night, I can't stop thinking about what I did, the kiss and his lips on mine.

"I was just distracted, thinking about ... um, about ... some things, that is, um, that I have to do at work."

"When will you find out if you will be hired after the internship? Have you talked to Barış Bey?? "

"No!" - I immediately nailed "I've not ...yani, why shoud I talk to him? I mean, no, I don't know anything ... "- dear mother, I can't even compose my sentence correctly out of anxiety.

"I remembered something..." - Mom turns and looks at me, waving the wooden spoon she grabbed. - "I wanted to ask you something ... This morning, when I woke up, there were two plates and two forks in the sink, obviously from the dessert I prepared yesterday. You ... do you know where they came from? " Shit, I forgot them! I blocked. Totally.

"I, uh, I know, yes. I ate dessert. Twice. I got up at night, I was starving ... "- a lie with trembling hands under the table.

"So it was you, huh? Did you get up to eat cake ... twice? " - My mother laughs mockingly. I hope she believes me.

"Well, what can I do, Mom, your dessert is unique. It was me... twice "- I tap my foot under the table.

"And where is this from? I guess it's not yours? " - My heart will stop if this interrogation doesn't stop there. Mom holds in her other hand the red box from the antique clock that Barış gave me yesterday. It can't be true. I cover my forehead with my hands. How could I leave it in the kitchen? The plates too! Fool Zeynep! Did you think it would be easy to hide from so many people here ?! - My inner voice strains me even more. "Echo, Zeynep? Is it yours? "

"N-no" - comes out of my mouth.

"Was this box here when you cleaned the kitchen last night? It must belong to the bosses, I will give it back to them ... "- mom says while looking at it.

"I-I don't know Mom!" - I stand up in a hurry, and I even manage to hit my foot in the chair and quietly swear. - "I will help Sultan abla to clean up!" - I leave the kitchen with quick steps. I relax as I close the door behind me and rest my hand on my chest, where I feel my anxious heart beating.

...

In the afternoon the sun rises high above the mansion and I can't stop enjoying it outside, resting my bare feet on the freshly cut grass.