“It’s the gospel truth. You need evidence? Walk with me,” Roland said, his voice steadfast.

Roland’s fork met the table with finality as he rose, poised to take Delia to witness Millie’s transformation.

“Sit down. Her beauty, even if genuine, is irrelevant. Will she even bat an eye at you? Your history with her is a stained canvas.”

Delia struck the table, her voice Like a whip.

Touching his head as if nursing a wound, Roland slumped back into his chair, deflated.

“Indeed, but ugliness does spoil one’s appetite.”

surged to such an extent that she entertained thoughts of shattering her bowl upon

Angela’s Library

feelings for her are like a fire. I must win her

revealed Delia’s vibrant peonies, a symbol of feminine

the kitchen sink, courage sprouted within

that moment, Millie, fresh from a meal at Joan’s, strolled the pristine street, a serene smile playing on her lips,

proffering a generous bouquet with a

a gift bestowed upon

at the fragrance, which

brow, Roland’s

lack adornment in their current state. Kindly accept them for now;

over Roland, revealing his meticulous transformation. A switch of T-shirt and the exchange of slippers for

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