Right after the end of the second world war, at age 22, Kiraz Aznavour is faced with a shocking revelation on her mother's death bed : she was adopted.
Follow the young girl in her journey to discover the truth about her biological parents, an impos...
Eda Yıldız removed her veil in the quiet of her bedroom and stared at her reflection. Did she even knew who she was anymore ? How many lies did she speak in a day ?
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Eda wasn't much religious, and she knew that if she was, she'd be far from considered as a good person according to religious morals. She folded her veil on a sigh.
But Eda thought with her own mind, established her morals with her own heart, just like her, so pious Babanne had thaught her.
She was sure whatever she was doing, was to spare pain and harm to the people she lied to. She didn't want to hurt Serkan's feelings, she loved him, sincerely.
But she also couldn't abandon the engagements she had before he came back in her life. Too many hopes and expectations were tied to her.
On another hand, she also loved her Baba with all her heart, and she had respect for Arslan, even if their views diverged, and fondness for Ayaz, she couldn't deceive them.
She was thorn in so many ways, but in no way did she ever do anything out of malice, did she ? Was she a bad person ? Would Serkan blame her and resent her ? Would her father be utterly disappointed with her ?
She raised the veil to put it on a shelf when a strange smell caught her nostrils and she frowned and smelled the fabric, Deniz's salty musk mixed with sweat, he had hugged her way too much today. Eda felt disgust at herself and threw the veil.
She retrieved her caramel stock, wrapped in her white dress and read the words in Serkan's elegant writing, she smiled sadly and put one on her tongue again and closed her eyes.
....
Serkan watched for her reaction, his insecurities pooling in his heart. It was finally Eda's birthday, and he had worked enough to put some money on the side and buy her tickets for the summer fair of Constantinople.
It was a cheap fair far from the Universal Expositions someone of her status must have seen. But it was all he could do with her budget, and he hoped it was enough. He knew she deserved much more, he knew her Baba was throwing her a glamourish birthday party, one he obviously wasn't invited too. But he hoped it still meant something to her, and he hoped to do better next year.
"Serkan, I uh..." She nervously looked at him.
Disappointement filled him, dousing his heart in cold water.
"What ?" He asked, her hesitance around him on certain questions almost unnerved him.
"I'm scared of heights." She let out and looked at him with a tiny pout.
Serkan laughed. "No way, you are ?" She was adorable and he held her cheeks as she looked down embarrassed, this couldn't be, he had mentally envisionned himself taking her to the top of the Eiffel Tower.
"And I also don't trust these fairs people tamam ? They're gypsies and what if their machines aren't upto safety norms ? They're all so new, do you even know how many accidents they have ?" She blabbered on and Serkan saw the arrogant good old Eda Yıldız again in her.
