Night fell.

Rosalynn donned a blue-striped dress, her hair swept up to reveal her slender shoulders.

Subtle makeup enhanced her natural beauty.

She was an enchanting blend of seduction and innocence.

A knock sounded at the door; it was Maggie.

Dressed in a flattering outfit and sporting minimal makeup, she seemed different. Her aura had improved dramatically.

Women did require a bit of pampering.

“Maggie, you look stunning today."

“And you, Rosalynn, are the epitome of beauty!”

Trading compliments, they left the complex, hailing a cab to Royarid Club.

Upon reaching, they paid their fare and disembarked.

Maggie, unaccustomed to wearing heels, nearly twisted her ankle.

Rosalynn steadied her with a reassuring smile.

“Maggie, you should familiarize yourself with heels. With more practice, you'll get the hang of it."

Given Sanford's nature, he would frequently introduce her to his circle.

She could no longer afford to stick to her simplistic style.

“Rosalynn, these heels are a menace. Who even came up with the idea?

Why don't men wear them?" Maggie grumbled.

"Couldn't agree more." Rosalynn chuckled in response.

A familiar male voice floated towards them.

"Maggie?"

Maggie paused and turned. Recognizing Lloyd's gaze on her, her expression darkened.