Maggie’s heart raced. The happiness she was feeling seemed almost too good to be true. She feared it might be a fleeting moment of bliss.

As the trio was about to enter Sanford’s private room, a tentative temale voice echoed from behind.

“Sanford?”

Sanford came to a halt, pulling Maggie closer into his embrace.

Catching a glimpse of his subtly changing expression, Maggie turned around, intrigued.

A woman stood behind them, donning a flowing white dress, her long hair dancing in the breeze.

was oval-shaped, her

was an air of refinement

Was she…?

the

Sanford turned around, regaining his

a while,”

him, tears welling up in her

been ages, Sanford. You’ve become

breaking the tension. “How

replied,

she hesitated, as if there were countless

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