Janiyaâs temper flared.
âAm I supposed to do nothing, then? Weâre not an ordinary family, Britton.
How can I just watch idly as he marries someone unsuitable?â
Britton sighed, a look of resignation on his face.
âWhile your intentions are protective, you canât dictate our grown sonâs life.
Havenât the consequences of interfering in his marriage been clear enough? He already turned the engagement party into a spectacle, almost tarnishing our reputation.
Now, heâs acting like a playboy, isnât that troubling to you? Think about how our peers in high society are now scoffing at us.
â
Janiyaâs expression shifted, her heart tightening with discomfort as memories of the engagement partyâs scandal surfaced.
âBritton, now that Maggie is back, what if Sanford does something foolish with her?â she asked anxiously.
Britton paused before responding, his voice firm, âHeâs made it clear.
Heâs grown and will handle the consequences of his actions.
Janiya, itâs time you realized Sanford isnât a child anymore.
Focus on your own affairs instead of trying to control everything.
â
As Britton walked away, Janiya clasped her chest, a wave of dizziness washing over her.
How could she simply relinquish control? Sanford was her beloved son!
How could she stand by and watch him choose a commoner as his wife?
Thinking of Maggie, and how her son had become estranged from her because of this woman, Janiya felt her status among her peers erode, intensifying the ache in her heart.
This lowly commoner⦠She hoped Maggie would know her place and keep her distance from her son!
Meanwhile, in Skrix, after Sanford ended his phone call, Brian approached him.
âSo Rosalynn mentioned you had Maggie design a wedding gown for Millie, is that true?â
Sanford pocketed his phone and hummed noncommittally.
Brian looked at him, searching his face.
âWhatâs your plan, really? Are you serious about marrying Millie?â
Sanfordâs gaze followed the slim figure trailing behind Rosalynn out of the shop, his eyes gleaming mischievously.
âDoes it matter to anyone if I marry or not?â
Brian raised an eyebrow, his glance shifting to Maggie.
Was Sanford hoping Maggie would show some concern about his choices?
âCan we leave now?â
Rosalynn approached Brian, breaking into his thoughts.
Brian nodded and draped his arm over her shoulders, saying, âYeah, let Maggie drive your car.
You ride with me.
â
âsure.
â
Rosalynn passed the car keys to Maggie.
Brian glanced at Sanford.
âNo car for you, Sanford?â
âYeah, the driver has it,â Sanford answered.
A flicker of amusement crossed Brianâs eyes.
âDonât come with me.
I donât need a third wheel.
â
Sanford was left speechless.
It dawned on him that he was being subtly pushed to take Maggieâs car.
He realized that his buddy was craftily arranging some alone time for him with Maggie.
âSanford, do you mind riding with Maggie?â Rosalynn interjected, aware of her husbandâs scheme.
Sanford approached Maggie, a hand open in a gesture for the keys.
âIâU drive.
â
Standing close to her, Maggie felt an unexpected rush.
She maintained a composed facade.
âNo worries, Iâm driving.
â
Sanford gave her a look and quietly took the keys from her.
âMiss Angie, just back from overseas, youâre not about to confuse the gas and brake, are you? Iâm rather keen on staying alive, not eager to check out early.
â