“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

Angela’s Library

past behavior. But now, my feelings for her are

casual Look at the door revealed Delia’s vibrant

kitchen sink, courage sprouted within

fresh from a meal at Joan’s, strolled the pristine street, a serene smile

proffering a generous bouquet with a hopeful gleam in his

gift bestowed upon

sneezing at the fragrance, which was

furrow of her brow, Roland’s

blossoms. I understand they lack adornment in their current state.

of T-shirt and the exchange

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