Struggling to regain her composure, Maggie offered a feeble smile “Rosalynn, I’m alright.”

But the memory of Sanford’s rage was undeniably unsettling.

His tenderness in bed was quite the contrast.

“Would you Like to accompany me home?” Rosalynn inquired.

Instead of responding, Maggie simply glanced to Sanford, Lounging on the plush sofa.

“Maggie, come here.”

countenance had regained its calm.

fear twisting in her

forehead as she moved to intervene, only

don’t meddle

gaze fell on Maggie, now cradled in Sanford’s arms, a glass of wine held

both ordinary, both she and

they were distinctly out

privileged girls wore facades of cordiality, but their eyes held

to eat.” Brian extended a plate of

“Thank you.”

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