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.

the color was a subdued black. But her skin

revealing her figure, the chiffon scarf was tender and seductive, carrying a hint of classical elegance. Uniqueness always stood out. Amid a sea of brightly colored bikinis, Roseanne's understated elegance made

dozing off, he suddenly seemed to sense something, sat up, and his gaze locked onto Roseanne. A mix of surprise, admiration,

her features. She saw Roseanne as nothing

digger, pampered by

luxury. Was she pretending to be some dignified

Roseanne was just

to hook up with a wealthy

girl

hit the 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

considered her leftovers.

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. Murray pushed her away irritably. "It's hot. Don't

should I get you something

quickly shifting back

...

is too plain, and with a white scarf? You might as well have