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 was so perfect that the black

carrying a hint of classical elegance. Uniqueness always stood

seemed to sense something, sat up,

twisted her features. She saw Roseanne

digger, pampered by

a life of luxury. Was she pretending to be some

was just an

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

considered her leftovers.

Millie snuggled up to Murray, tilting her head to rest on his

get

attention quickly shifting back to Roseanne as soon as

...

I picked for you," Leda eyed Roseanne disdainfully. "Black is too plain, and with a white