Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Murray was at the point of exhaustion, where shutting his eyes meant he drifted off into sleep, oblivious to the world around him.

"Wow!" Suddenly, the guy with handsome looks gasped, "She's breathtaking!"

Millie followed his gaze and saw Roseanne stepping out from a beach cabana, clad in a sleek black bikini set. A white chiffon scarf was loosely draped around her neck, fluttering and dancing in the sea breeze. "My God! She's like a modern-day Marilyn Monroe! So damn hot!"

Millie shot the guy a cold look. "You think she's beautiful?"

The guy nodded enthusiastically. "Do you know about Marilyn Monroe? Imagine her in her iconic white dress walking down Hollywood Boulevard, the breeze lifting her dress, the scarf creating a spectacle..." Millie clenched her teeth in frustration. "And what about me? Do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Gorgeous," the man praised without hesitation.

Millie pressed on, "And how do I compare to her?"

"Oh, it's such a tough question. But honestly, I'd say she's more striking if I had to choose."

Millie's expression darkened. She was tall and graceful, with smooth skin and wavy blonde hair cascading down her back, exuding a certain allure.

and the color was a subdued black. But her skin

tender and seductive, carrying a hint of classical elegance. Uniqueness always stood

Millie angrier was Murray's reaction. Previously dozing off, he suddenly seemed to sense something, sat up, and his gaze locked onto Roseanne. A mix of

features. She saw Roseanne as nothing

digger, pampered by

due to a life of luxury. Was

was just

to hook up

girl

library, and studied for exams, likely on the hunt for her next wealthy sucker now that Murray didn't seem as into her. Hmph! Who did she think she was?

considered her leftovers.

Murray, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder, purposely

should I get

attention quickly shifting back

...

is too plain, and with a white