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

Roland’s fork met the table with finality as he rose, poised to take Delia to witness Millie’s transformation.

“Sit down. Her beauty, even if genuine, is irrelevant. Will she even bat an eye at you? Your history with her is a stained canvas.”

Delia struck the table, her voice Like a whip.

Touching his head as if nursing a wound, Roland slumped back into his chair, deflated.

“Indeed, but ugliness does spoil one’s appetite.”

anger surged to such an extent that she entertained thoughts

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behavior. But now, my feelings for her are like a fire. I must

revealed Delia’s vibrant peonies, a symbol of feminine fondness. Surely, Millie,

sink, courage sprouted

that moment, Millie, fresh from a meal at Joan’s, strolled the pristine street, a serene smile playing on her lips, basking

side, proffering a generous bouquet

gift

Millie recoiled, sneezing at

furrow of her brow, Roland’s voice carried a nervous timbre as he ventured to

own abode, I plucked these blossoms. I understand they lack adornment in their current state. Kindly accept them for now; tomorrow, I shall procure for you flowers bedecked in

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