"What, you're not happy about it? Remember, you said it yourself. You owe me."

With trembling fingers, Maggie toyed with the fabric of her clothes, her mind racing as she struggled to find the right words.

“But what about Millie's wedding dress?" she blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips before she could stop them.

Sanford's grin widened, a mischievous twinkle lighting up his eyes.

"Your schedule is packed for the next six months, isn't it?" I'll give you that time. If you haven't won me over by then, well, I guess you'll just have to stay out of my business!"