The women who had escorted Millie out returned, their gazes filled with disdain as they regarded Maggie.

Rosalynn was suddenly overcome with boredom.

“I think I'll head back, Maggie. Care to join me?”

Maggie shifted, about to voice something, but held herself back after a moment's hesitation.

Sanford held her close and directed his gaze at Rosalynn.

“Rosalynn, she's not going anywhere."

“But she has work tomorrow," Rosalynn protested.

Sanford turned to Brian.

“Could you give your employee a day off tomorrow?"

Brian paused, then glanced at Rosalynn.

“Today is Sanford's birthday, and we should honor his wishes. Let's go. I'll drive you home."

Rosalynn bit her lip, her gaze fixed on Sanford.

"Maggie can stay with you, but she can't drink. I trust you won't harm her."

“She's my woman now. Why would I harm her?"

Sanford pulled Maggie closer, pressing a kiss to her hair.

Rosalynn's plea extended beyond physical harm to emotional as well.

Looking at Maggie, Rosalynn was a Little worried.

She feared that Maggie might fall deeply for Sanford, intoxicated by his gentle demeanor.

But the disparity in their status was clear.

Moreover...

“Let's go."

Brian took Rosalynn's hand and they left.