"Why don't we pick a different material?" Rosalynn proposed.

But Maggie dismissed the idea, "No, Rosalynn, only the finest gown will do for your wedding."

Maggie's resolve was touching, filling Rosalynn with a sense of warmth.

“What's our next step if we can't get that fabric?"

Maggie paused, seemingly reaching a decision.

"I need to reach out to our partner."

Rosalynn was taken aback. "You mean to get in touch with the production partner yourself? Where is their factory located?"

"In South Bay Town."

South Bay town?

That thought left Rosalynn deep in contemplation.

She recalled that Maggie hailed from that very town.

A thought struck her, prompting her to ask, "Maggie, is this factory we're dealing with the one your uncle owned before Sanford took over?"

She remembered Maggie's uncle once managed a business focused on importing and exporting goods.

That business had eventually been sold to Sanford.

"Yes."

As Maggie reminisced, she averted her gaze, hiding her feelings.

Rosalynn was at a loss for words.

The acquisition by Sanford had caused a rift between Maggie's family and her uncle's.

Even though Sanford now owned the factory, it likely still employed many of the original staff in leadership roles.

Rosalynn was uncertain about the potential results of engaging with them.