Gripping her bag strap, Jaelyn entered in her high heels.

The living room was pristine and luxuriously decorated.

A bouquet of flowers graced the table, enhancing the space further.

The cozy decor was likely Maggie's touch.

“Juice or water?" Maggie offered, removing her apron.

“No, I'm fine, thanks," Jaelyn responded, taking a seat on the sofa.

Without a word, Maggie poured Jaelyn a glass of water after hanging her apron.

“Excuse me for a minute, I'll just change."

Maggie would do her role as a hostess. It was up to Jaelyn if she wanted to play along.

Jaelyn felt a pang of discomfort as she observed Maggie's slender figure clothed in pajamas.

In the past, Jaelyn herself had lived a happy life like that with Stanford.

But things had changed.

Maggie sat across from Jaelyn after getting changed.

“Miss Duffy, how can I help you today?"

Jaelyn gathered her thoughts. "I heard you're a wedding dress designer now?"

"Yes," Maggie replied simply.

Studying Maggie's composed expression, Jaelyn asked, "Why are you back? Aren't you worried about Sanford's mother using your family as leverage again?”

Maggie's fingers tightened at the question.

After a moment's pause, she admitted, "I am scared, but for once, I want to live for myself." A flicker of determination glinted in her clear eyes.

Jaelyn stared at her, deep in thought.