"Maggie, it's okay. We can choose another fabric," Rosalynn suggested.

Maggie lifted her head and replied, “Rosalynn, if we're doing this, we should aim for the best. Don't worry. I'll ensure your wedding dress is unparalleled."

Her expression was kind yet resolute, adding a layer of determination to her innate gentleness.

Rosalynn chose not to dissuade her anymore. "In that case, I'm very grateful."

“It's all my pleasure. Let me get you some more water."

Noticing Rosalynn's empty glass, Maggie got up to refill it.

Just then, the door opened, and someone entered.

"Welcome, " greeted the receptionist warmly.

Rosalynn's attention was drawn to the door as she saw two familiar faces entering.

It was a man and a woman, both of whom she knew well.

Millie was there, clinging to Sanford's arm, looking utterly delighted.

To anyone watching, they appeared to be the picture of a loving couple.

Brian had mentioned to Rosalynn that he had informed Sanford about Maggie's stay in Skrix.

Rosalynn had somewhat anticipated Sanford's visit to Skrix.

However, she hadn't foreseen that he would arrive with Millie in tow.

What could be his intention?

“Rosalynn," Sanford called out, his face showing no hint of surprise upon seeing her.

Millie, spotting Rosalynn too, managed to maintain her composure, despite her dislike for her.

"Hi there." Rosalynn greeted them back.

"Sanford, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"