No level of influence could help.

The mastermind of their woes was his own mother.

Even if they overcame this hurdle, what would stop it from happening again?

Their fates seemed sealed apart.

The dream had been long. It was time to awaken.

"Please, don't cry! I'm going to call Sanford. I'll explain everything!"

Bart was pained and filled with regret seeing Maggie's weeping visage.

He reached for his phone, ready to dial Sanford.

In haste, Maggie grasped his hand.

“Bart, please. A life with him wasn't ever my plan. My vanity got the best of me. I just wanted a glimpse into the life of dating a rich man. You know, being the wife of a wealthy man is quite challenging. If I do marry him, I can't predict how my future mother -in-law would treat me. It seems like it would be a very demanding existence. Forget it. I'll end things with him."

Her words came out forced, feigning indifference, yet Bart saw the true anguish in her gaze.

She wasn't speaking her heart's truth.

His sister embodied kindness and sincerity. Her love for Sanford must have run deep, yet she found herself compelled to abandon their bond for his sake.

Bart, besieged by a sense of remorse, struck his own face once more.

“Maggie, the blame is mine alone. I'm going to turn myself in," he declared.

Maggie, swamped by a tide of emotion and weariness, embraced him firmly, pleading, “Bart, I'm exhausted. If you truly care for me, follow my words. Do nothing, and let's not pursue Sanford. Let's act as though he was never a part of our Lives!"

As the clock struck midnight, Cinderella removed her glass slipper, embracing her authentic existence once again.

By the riverside, the setting sun cast a glittering reflection on the water, mirroring the elegant dance of the trees' shadows. It was a sight of sheer beauty.

Brian drover Rosalynn to the riverside.

Their journey was shrouded in silence.