“Yes, I'm employed here." Maggie's face was serene and steady.

“Employed? You've taken up another part-time job? This position must be more prestigious than waitressing." Millie's voice carried a touch of scorn and a sense of superiority.

She thought Maggie was only suited for simple jobs like waitressing.

“Actually, Miss Angie isn't here in a temporary role. She's an assistant of Kaliyah Castillo and our lead designer," the receptionist said with a smile, stepping in before Maggie could respond.

Millie was stunned. "You're a bridal gown designer? Really?"

And the lead designer at that!

“Yes, I've switched professions, Maggie confirmed, maintaining her calm demeanor."

Millie scrutinized her again, noticing a new self-assurance and a different presence about her, which raised suspicions in her mind.

Maggie had returned and now was a bridal gown designer. Was she aiming to rekindle something with Sanford?

"So, Maggie, you've changed paths. You're probably just hanging on to Kaliyah's coattails, trying to get by, right?" Millie said, trying to demean her.

But the receptionist quickly corrected, “Actually, she has made quite a name for herself in the bridal fashion scene. She recently won Best Designer at a bridal show. Nowadays, there's quite a waitlist for her designs."

Millie's expression shifted upon hearing this, especially when she saw Maggie's composed face.

Sanford watched Maggie, noting her poised and serene demeanor, reminiscent of a peaceful chrysanthemum, soothing even the most agitated spirits.

Maggie, enduring Millie's jabs, glanced at Millie's hand on Sanford's arm, then compressed her lips and turned her focus to the receptionist.

"Are these two here for wedding dress consultations?"

"Yes," answered the receptionist.

"Understood."

With that, Maggie turned to Rosalynn and mentioned, "Rosalynn, I need to get back to work."

Rosalynn stepped back to give her space, nodding silently.

As Maggie prepared to walk away, Sanford's eyes sharpened.