A Cinderella Story - ZeyBar

Chapter XIV

Barış.

We have dinner in each other's company in quiet and cheerful conversations, and below us Carla, the yacht, sways to the rhythm of the waves. I haven't been so calm for centures! A lawyer finds it difficult to relax, but here I found my way - she.

 The one that distracts me from all thoughts the moment she smiles at me or just look at me. How did I manage to fall in love so much in such a short time - how long has it actually been since I came home - a month? Two? Three?

After drinking the last sips from the bottle of wine, the eyes of both become brighter than ever, and my smile does not fall for a moment. She says something - we laugh. I say something -we laugh. And again.

When there is a short silence, an idea comes to me. I get up and take out my phone. I turn on the first song of Ed Sheeran I see and reach for her hand, and she laughs again. Without a word, I invite her to a dance, and she accepts my invitation and gets up from her seat.

I lock my hands on her waist, and she wraps her arms around my neck as her fingers play with my hair. I guess the wine has played its part, she behaves more relaxed than ever and I can't help but rejoice. She's always kind of stiff and anxious, not now that she keeps smiling and singing to my ear.

"Are you all right, Zeynep?"

"Do I look not all right to you, patron bey? /boss/" - She meets our eyes. Yes, she's definitely a little drunk.

"You always look all right. You just got a little... drunk ... in my opinion. " She makes an angry face after my words and buries her head in the curve of my neck.

"The truth is, I don't think I've ever felt better, Barış." she whispers to me and presses even closer to me. I laugh and hug her tighter too. We stay like that until the end of the song..and the next two ..

...

Before she falls asleep on my shoulder, I lead her to the other end of the yacht, the part that is under the open sky.

She gasps as she looks up at the endless sky of millions of stars. I let her enjoy them as I run to the bedroom at the bottom of the yacht to get some pillows and blankets. I go back and throw a soft, fluffy blanket on the deck with the pillows on it.

I sit on the improvised bed and give her a hand to join me, and she does so with eyes sparkling with joy.

We lie down under the starry sky - she, staring at it, and I - at her.

"It's incredibly beautiful!" she smiles and I pull her into my arms and cover us with another blanket.

"Do you have any interesting story about stars like the one about the constellation Orion?" I ask her, and she turns to me.

"How do you know I love this constellation?" - She raises an eyebrow and I giggle.

"You had told me a story about it? Don't you remember? The night your exam results came out? When you throw yourself on my neck with joy? " - I remind her.

"Ah," she laughs. - "True, yeah. "- we look back at the stars. "I can tell you about the constellation Pisces?"

"I'm all hearing ..." - I answer and close my eyes, focusing only on her voice.

"This constellation is associated with the Greek legend of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and her son Eros, the god of love. They were walking on the river one day when Typhoon suddenly jumped out of it, intending to attack them. Typhoon was terrible, as strong as titanium. He was veery tall, and sparks flew from his eyes. Instead of fingers, he had a hundred dragon heads that appeared from his hands. "