Women who usually dressed down Looked all the more stunning when they dressed up.

“Hi, Maggie."

Sanford remembered how Maggie had also dressed up Like this when they had first gotten together

She had Left quite an impression on him.

“Sanford.”

Maggie hadn't expected to see Sanford there. A flicker of unease passed through her eyes.

Had she known he'd be there, she would have declined the invitation.

But, remembering she was accompanying Rosalynn today, she managed to calm down.

She just needed to avoid overthinking the situation.

After all, she had nothing to do with him anymore.

“Let's go." Brian, his arm around Rosalynn, led the way.

Sanford, ever the gentleman, took up position next to Maggie.

They all headed to the elevator, bound for the underground parking lot.

As Maggie made to follow Rosalynn, Sanford caught her arm.

"Maggie, ride with me."

Maggie hesitated, her eyes twinkling.

"I'd rather go with Rosalynn."

Ignoring her refusal, Sanford steered her to his car.

“Maggie, don't be a third wheel."

Maggie was at a loss for words.

She didn't want to be the third wheel, but the thought of sitting in his car made her feel as if she were sitting on pins and needles.

Before she knew it, she was already sitting in the passenger seat.