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


    Rnd’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, Rnd slumped back into his chair, deted.


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


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


    Rnd’s unsuspecting crown.


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    “I mourn my past behavior. But now, my feelings for her are like a fire. I must win her heart and hand.”


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    Post-dinner, Millie lingered in Rnd’s thoughts. A casual Look at the door revealed Delia’s vibrant


    peonies, a symbol of feminine fondness. Surely, Millie, too, cherished such blooms.


    Sneaking a nce at Delia, busy at the kitchen sink, courage sprouted within him. He spirited away the


    vibrant blossoms to seek Millie.


    At that moment, Millie, fresh from a meal at Joan’s, strolled the pristine street, a serene smile ying


    on her lips, basking in the night’s gentle embrace.


    Rnd hastened to her side, proffering a generous bouquet with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.


    “Millie, a gift bestowed upon you.”


    But Millie recoiled, sneezing at the fragrance, which was overpowering.


    Observing Millie’s delicate sneeze apanied by a subtle furrow of her brow, Rnd’s voice carried


    a nervous timbre as he ventured to speak.


    “From my very own abode, I plucked these blossoms. I understand theyck adornment in their current


    state. Kindly ept them for now; tomorrow, I shall procure for you flowers bedecked in delicate


    wrappings.”


    Millie’s discerning gaze swept over Rnd, revealing his meticulous transformation. A switch of T-shirt


    and the exchange of slippers for sneakers portrayed his newfound sartorial endeavor.


    Inwardly, Millie sighed, noting this as Rnd’s first disy of true seriousness.


    “I’m married. Offer your flowers to another,” she dered, a wall of finality in her voice.


    Millie harbored no inclination to engage with the haughty gentleman, whose benevolence seemed


    reserved solely for outward allure.


    Gracefully, Millie strode past Rnd, her journey persisting in a forward trajectory.


    The revtion of her marital status caught Rnd off guard, a poignant realization that infused his


    heart with a tinge of mncholy.