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.

Roseanne wore a modest bikini, its hem covering her thighs, and the color was a subdued black. But her skin was so perfect that the black

of classical elegance. Uniqueness always stood out. Amid a sea of

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 surprise, admiration, and

She saw Roseanne as

digger, pampered by

luxury. Was she pretending to be some dignified beauty,

was just an

up with a

girl

her next wealthy sucker now that Murray didn't seem as into her. Hmph! Who did she think she was?

considered her leftovers.

would you get jealous if other guys gave me roses?" Millie snuggled up to Murray, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder, purposely blocking his view of Roseanne.

get

quickly shifting back to Roseanne

...

one I picked for you," Leda eyed Roseanne disdainfully. "Black is too plain, and with a white scarf? You might as