Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"No need, I've got other plans." replied Silver.

Nola didn't press further, signaling the driver to move on.

Roseanne was also waiting for her ride outside the hotel, responding warmly to every greeting she received.

Knowing she had someone picking her up, Nola didn't arrange for a driver. Owen, true to his word, arrived in just ten minutes, even two minutes early.

A drizzle began, and through the car's windshield, Owen caught a glimpse of her in the distance.

Through the veil of rain, Roseanne, clad in a sleek evening gown, appeared as if she had stepped out of a scene from an old Hollywood film, stunningly out of this world.

Owen was momentarily transfixed, then snapped back to reality and parked by the curb.

He got out, opened an umbrella, escorted her to the car, and carefully opened the door for her, shielding her head from the car's roof to prevent any bumps.

"Thank you."

Once settled, Roseanne looked up at him with a smile, "I'm imposing on you again, Mr. Reynolds."

She had intended to take a cab home to avoid troubling Owen, but the weather had other plans. The sky had been clear until moments ago when it suddenly started to rain, making it impossible to hail a cab. Across from the hotel's entrance, Silver was standing in a small gazebo, waiting for a valet to bring her car around. She inadvertently saw Roseanne getting into a black sedan, dressed in her gown. From a distance, she couldn't make out the man's face, but the umbrella he held bore the "RR" logo.

A Rolls-Royce's custom umbrella.

It seemed like every attractive and graceful girl was out to

this young woman was different from the rest, but

what these men

...

the so-called sugar daddy,

but felt much better after taking some medicine. Why was

entering the car, Roseanne noticed a new charm hanging from the rearview mirror, a small wooden figure tied with a knot, with two emerald beads added

from her trip to Maldives, a pleasant surprise: "How did you

seeing her in a gown for the first time, was so struck by her beauty that he dared not look too long, focusing instead on the road

agarwood, known for its calming properties. There's Arabic inscribed on the back, meaning 'safe travels,' so I thought it fitting to hangot here, kind of

sway, and indeed

it's Arabic, I hadn't paid

"Yeah."

"You know Arabic?"

"A bit."

do you say this?" Roseanne traced the engraved

foreign sounds, and Roseanne repeated after him, slightly