“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.”

that she entertained thoughts of shattering

Angela’s Library

But now, my feelings for her are like a fire.

revealed Delia’s vibrant peonies, a symbol of feminine fondness. Surely, Millie, too, cherished

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

street, a serene smile playing on her lips, basking in the night’s gentle

to her side, proffering a generous bouquet with a hopeful

gift bestowed upon

Millie recoiled, sneezing at

sneeze accompanied by a subtle furrow of her brow, Roland’s voice carried a nervous timbre

I understand they lack adornment in their current state. Kindly accept them for now; tomorrow, I shall procure for you flowers bedecked in delicate

transformation. A switch of T-shirt and the exchange of

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