Rosalynn blushed slightly at the praise. Observing that the smiles on the faces of the other women present seemed a bit forced, she promptly interjected.

"Hasn't Sanford arrived yet?"

Today was Sanford's big moment. She didn't want the spotlight on her and Brian.

Norwood checked his watch and inquired, "Yes. Why hasn't he arrived yet? Doesn't he want to get engaged?"

Brian casually sipped his wine and remarked, “Perhaps.”

Rosalynn gave him a curious look.

"Brian, do you know something?"

"Hey, Brian, Sanford's closest to you. Share some behind-the-scenes stuff with us."

Curiosity was written all over their faces.

Brian idly swirled his glass, remaining silent.

He didn't have any exclusive news.

It was merely a hunch that Sanford might stir things up today.

Amid their conversation, a commotion broke out at the banquet hall's entrance.

Sanford had finally arrived.

Everyone's eyes turned towards the entrance, where they saw Sanford dressed in an elegant suit.

His suit's white shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his collarbone.

His cheeks were flushed, his gaze unfocused, and he appeared drunk.

Rosalynn's eyes widened as she noticed something was off.

Sanford appeared to have no desire to tie the knot whatsoever.

He had arrived intoxicated, even before the ceremony started.