“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.”

anger surged to such an extent that she entertained thoughts

Angela’s Library

my feelings for her are like a fire. I must

Delia’s vibrant peonies, a symbol

busy at the kitchen sink, courage sprouted within him. He spirited away the

the pristine street, a serene smile

her side, proffering a generous bouquet

a gift bestowed upon

recoiled, sneezing at

by a subtle furrow of her brow, Roland’s voice carried a nervous timbre as he ventured

my very own abode, I plucked these blossoms. I understand they 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

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