Maggie giggled again. "Oh, Rosalynn, don't call me out like that."

Rosalynn's laughter rang clear. “Just keep doing well. I'm eagerly awaiting my invitation to your wedding."

There was a momentary pause on the line.

“But Rosalynn, what if Sanford's mother never comes around to the idea of me and Sanford together?" Maggie's voice was tinged with concern.

Despite the relief of having dealt with two rivals, Janiya's steadfast disapproval still loomed large.

Gaining her approval was no small feat.

Rosalynn's smile dimmed slightly. "What do you think? If she remains opposed, are you going to back down as you did before?"

“Not a chance," Maggie responded, her tone resolute.

“That's the right attitude," Rosalynn encouraged, her smile returning.

"You've smoothly handled two rivals already. With a bit more time, I'm sure you'll win over Sanford's mom and truly become a part of the Robles family."

Maggie hummed in agreement, her resolve bolstered.

“God, give me strength!"

Their conversation flowed pleasantly for a few more moments.

Just then, Noemi appeared, bearing a bowl of chicken soup.

“Do the cookies make you thirsty? Here, try some hot chicken soup, Noemi offered, presenting the bowl with a gentle smile."

Rosalynn couldn't help but feel a touch flattered by the gesture.

She quickly ended the phone call with Maggie.

“Thank you," she expressed, genuine gratitude in her voice.

Noemi watched her closely as she handled the soup with a glint in her eyes.

Feeling the heat radiating from the bowl, Rosalynn placed it on the table to cool.