To Get There

Chapter 1

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Eda's pov

It's difficult to be a Yildiz: everyone expects the maximum from you, everyone expects you not to make mistakes, and everyone expects perfection.

This has always been my fate, as the daughter of Asli and Mustafa Yildiz, the greatest architects of Mardin.

My father has always been entirely dedicated to work and has always demanded from me and my brother Efe the best: he and I had to excel in school, university, sports, and elective activities.

But while I have always devoted myself only to the construction of my own future, becoming more and more passionate about the landscape branch of architecture, my brother Efe has always been good at combining pleasure with duty, dedicating the years of university to parties and fun and always reducing to the last to study for exams.

In my life there was room for fun too, but, certainly, not at the levels of my brother and his friends: and among them, it could only be mentioned him, the one and only Serkan Bolat.

If I had to list three adjectives to describe him, surely everyone should cover their eyes and plug their ears because never, and I emphasize never, beautiful word will be spent for him by me.

Although everyone knew me as the good and peaceful Eda, always respectful and kind to everyone, there is a limit to my patience.

And this limit was widely challenged and exceeded by Serkan Bolat, my brother's best friend.

Serkan and I met only once, during the celebrations of Efe's graduation two years ago: my brother and Serkan were the same age, a year older than me, and both celebrated their university success with a big party in one of the most famous clubs in İstanbul, where they both graduated unlike me since I stayed to study at the prestigious university of Mardin, gaining my success one year ago.

Our meeting was brief but intense, or dare I say, fulminating.

Serkan Bolat well thought that my strapless blue dress with a wide neckline should become midnight blue and, therefore, fully absorbed in the alcohol that flowed in his veins, he unwittingly spilled a whole drink on me at the very beginning of the evening while he wobbled from side to side laughing with his friends and completely ignoring me in front of him.

And his comment was?

"Sorry, little angel, if I caused trouble in heaven."

With a grimace on his face and a blonde wrapped around his neck, Serkan did not apologize to me and, on the contrary, he began to laugh at me along with the gang that surrounded him, breaking down all my attempts to make friends and have fun that night.

Then, he simply walked past me as my gaze turned towards my wet dress and my long brown hair dampened by the drink, and he gave me a little push on the shoulder causing me to lose my balance for a moment.

With eyes full of tears from the nervous that Serkan Bolat had made me climb, that night I lost a lot of time to go and change into an anonymous black spare dress and, when I returned to the club, everyone was already wild on the track and drunk, while I stood in the corner sipping a drink in the hope of letting myself go a bit.

I hoped that at least my brother would calculate me but, after all, it was his party and he had every right to have fun with his friends.

I was just the little sister forgotten by everyone.