Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Upon Roland’s conclusion, Delia’s brows furrowed, her face crinkling in disbelief like paper caught in a flame.

“Are you serious? That’s bizarre. The town’s consensus painted Millie as a ugly woman. How did she blossom into beauty overnight?”

With a fork clutched Like a hidden weapon, Laurel remained silent. She harbored the knowledge that Millie was a diamond in the rough.

However, bumping into her here turned her stomach, as though she had swallowed something bitter and unsettling.

If the town’s folk discovered Millie had wed into Preagend’s most prestigious family, becoming Mrs. Thomas, her own spotlight would be eclipsed.

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

finality as he rose, poised to take

even if genuine, is irrelevant. Will she even bat an

struck the table, her voice Like a

if nursing a wound, Roland slumped back into his chair,

ugliness does spoil one’s

that she entertained

L A ‘s L I B R A R

my feelings for her are

the door revealed Delia’s vibrant peonies,

busy at the kitchen sink, courage sprouted

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

hastened to her side, proffering a generous bouquet with a hopeful gleam in his