Brian gracefully presented a flute of champagne to Rosalynn, extending a warm welcome to the arriving guests.

“Brian, Rosalynn.”

Approaching the duo, Sanford, with a glass of champagne in hand, joined the gathering.

Brian acknowledged the other attendees with a nod. Holding Rosalynn’s waist, he walked toward Sanford.

At the sight of Sanford, Rosalynn’s thoughts inevitably turned to Maggie.

Nearly a month had passed since Maggie departed without a farewell, leaving Rosalynn uncertain about her friend’s current state.

Her gaze fixed upon Sanford, who cut a dashing figure in a silver-gray suit that exuded both elegance and style.

melancholy seemed to cloak

perfunctoriness and cynicism, characteristic of someone deeply wounded

his side stood a woman donned in a pink

as she recognized her- Millie

was Sanford’s plus

Sanford reunited with

on

Angela’s Library

proposed a toast, clinking glasses with

to reality, Rosalynn reciprocated the gesture, expressing

“Thank you.”

“Rosalynn, congratulations!”

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