"Alright."

Maggie exited the vehicle, entering the cafe to find Janiya seated near a window.

Taking a deep breath, she approached.

"Mrs. Robles."

Janiya cast her a glance, her tone icy and imperious.

"Sit."

Obediently, Maggie took the seat across.

“May I get you a drink?"

“Just water will do."

Studying Maggie, Janiya smirked.

“Relax. I'm covering your coffee today. Waiter, a Mocha for her."

Maggie found her fingers instinctively balling into fists.

Janiya's high-handed attitude was a blow to her dignity.

At that moment, Rosalynn entered. She glanced at Maggie before settling at a neighboring table.

Leisurely stirring her coffee, Janiya began, “Maggie, I‘m well-aware of your family's circumstances. Quite unfortunate. Do people of your social standing always fantasize about marrying into wealth as a shortcut to status, skipping all the hard work?"

Janiya's eyes brimmed with contempt. Maggie felt compelled to respond, “I've never considered marrying for money.”

Janiya scoffed, “Is that so? Then why are you involved with my son?

Unless you cunningly beguiled him, how else could he have fallen for you?"

Maggie's fingers clenched, recalling her first encounter with Sanford.

“You can choose to believe me or not, but I've never entranced Sanford.

I'm well-aware of my own standing."

Encountering him had been an enchanting dream for her.