âMaggie, did you get burned?â Rosalynn got up to see how Maggie was doing.
âIâm fine.
â
Maggie calmed her racing heart and set the glass on the table, pulling out a tissue to clean her hand.
Millie stared at Maggie, her smile stuck on her face, her eyes wide with surprise.
Maggie had returned.
Why had she come back to the country?
Millieâs gaze shifted to Sanford instinctively.
His face was unchanged, showing neither happiness nor displeasure.
He clenched his fingers unconsciously.
Maggie finished cleaning her hand, pushed aside many thoughts, and approached the two.
âMr.
Robles, itâs been a while.
â
Her voice was gentle and familiar.
Sanford examined her face, now more radiant and captivating, his deep eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.
She had the audacity to return.
And she had the audacity to address him as Mr.
Robles causally.
What an unfeeling woman!
Millie watched Maggie, moving past her initial surprise, her face becoming stern.
âMaggie Shear, why are you here?â
Maggie had come back so quickly.
Dressed in the establishmentâs uniform, was she working here now?
âYes, Iâm employed here.
â Maggieâs face was serene and steady.
âEmployed? Youâve taken up another part-time job? This position must be more prestigious than waitressing.
â Millieâs voice carried a touch of scorn and a sense of superiority.
She thought Maggie was only suited for simple jobs like waitressing.
âActually, Miss Angie isnât here in a temporary role.
Sheâs an assistant of Kaliyah Castillo and our lead designer,â the receptionist said with a smile, stepping in before Maggie could respond.
Millie was stunned.
âYouâre a bridal gown designer? Really?â
And the lead designer at that!
âYes, Iâve switched professions, Maggie confirmed, maintaining her calm demeanor.
â
Millie scrutinized her again, noticing a new self-assurance and a different presence about her, which raised suspicions in her mind.