âHave a seat.
â
Britton motioned for Maggie to sit.
Maggie complied, letting Sanford lead her to the sofa.
âMiss Shear, I hear youâre designing wedding dresses now, yeah?â
Britton, who was sitting across, inquired.
âYep, thatâs me,â Maggie confirmed.
âGood.
Young folks shouldnât rush into marriage.
Itâs smarter to establish yourself first.
â
Did Britton hint that she should prioritize her career?
Maggie hesitated, feeling there was more to it.
Did Britton expect her to achieve more? To earn the approval of Sanfordâs parents, did she need to make a mark in her career? Was that the message?
âDad, Iâm marrying a life partner, not someone solely focused on her career,â Sanford quipped.
Britton shot him a look.
âHow on earth are you more traditional than me? Nowadays, many women excel in both their careers and at home.
Theyâre not dependent on men.
Should they stay single?â
He paused, turning to Maggie.
âOr do you doubt Miss Shearâs potential in her career? Shouldnât she be worthy of being your
girlfriend?â
Sanford chuckled.
âDad, youâre not getting under my skin.
â
âWhy would I even want to? Iâm rooting for Miss Shear,â Britton said, eyeing Maggie.
âMiss Shear, do you share my view?â
Maggie remained dumbfounded.
Was Britton hinting she should step back, or was there another angle?
Watching her baffled state, Sanford gently squeezed her hand.
âAre you feeling overwhelmed? Donât sweat it.
My dadâs not against us.
His words are just words.
Shake them off.
â
Was there a need for Sanford to air my laundry right here? Britton pondered.
He shot Sanford a look but remained tight-lipped.
Maggieâs heart skipped a beat as she grasped Brittonâs intent.
His words were meant to spur her on, to strive for greatness in her career.
She didnât need his advice; she was determined to succeed regardless.