Upon Roland’s conclusion, Delia’s brows furrowed, her face crinkling in disbelief like paper caught in a flame.

“Are you serious? That’s bizarre. The town’s consensus painted Millie as a ugly woman. How did she blossom into beauty overnight?”

With a fork clutched Like a hidden weapon, Laurel remained silent. She harbored the knowledge that Millie was a diamond in the rough.

However, bumping into her here turned her stomach, as though she had swallowed something bitter and unsettling.

If the town’s folk discovered Millie had wed into Preagend’s most prestigious family, becoming Mrs. Thomas, her own spotlight would be eclipsed.

“It’s the gospel truth. You need evidence? Walk with me,” Roland said, his voice steadfast.

met the table with finality as he rose, poised to take

beauty, even if genuine, is irrelevant. Will she even bat an eye at

her

his head as if nursing a wound, Roland slumped back into

ugliness does spoil one’s

surged to such an extent that she entertained thoughts of shattering her bowl upon Roland’s

N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R

behavior. But now, my feelings for her are

revealed Delia’s vibrant peonies, a symbol of feminine

sink, courage sprouted within him. He spirited away the

pristine street, a serene smile playing on

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