Keep Your Distance, Mr. Warrington!

Within the esteemed Ashford family, a tiny tyrant is doted upon like royalty, a fact known far and wide."Spare her? Sure, but she must come and apologize to me personally!" Ivy said, her face blooming with dimples as she laughed.She prided herself on unmatched cunning... until..."Your beauty's overrated." He glanced from the photo to her, his assessment brutally honest."I think you're the one who's severely vision-impaired!""Vain.""Cecil Warrington! Ever heard of speaking with a little grace?!""Your figure? At best, you're a flat bean," he declared, utterly unfazed.Fuming, she stormed off, overturning the table as she left.Flat bean yourself, your whole family's flat beans!Later, the normally formidable and aloof Mr. Warrington was found silently kneeling on durians."Dare to love me?""On what grounds?"Cecil's lips curved in a smile, pulling her into his embrace."Because I love you."He kissed her tenderly on the lips."I have harbored affection for you... through countless moons and countless tides..."