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.

her eyes radiating warmth and

an air

Was she…?

pace, the woman softly called out,

around, regaining his

a while,”

tears welling up in her

been ages, Sanford. You’ve become even

the tension. “How have

replied, her gaze

tears, yearned to speak; yet she

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