“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.”

extent that she entertained thoughts

Angela’s Library

my feelings for her are like a fire. I must

revealed Delia’s vibrant peonies, a symbol

courage sprouted within him.

strolled the pristine street, a serene smile playing on her lips, basking

generous bouquet with a hopeful gleam

a gift bestowed

Millie recoiled, sneezing at the fragrance, which

sneeze accompanied by a subtle furrow of her brow, Roland’s voice carried a nervous timbre as

I understand they lack adornment in their current state. Kindly accept them for now; tomorrow, I shall procure for you flowers bedecked in delicate

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