How coincidental!
Just when things were heating up with Maggie, his friendâs marriage was hitting a snag.
Life was full of twists, he must say.
He guessed heâd be playing peacemaker with Maggie next.
When that day came, heâd make sure to redeem himself from yesterdayâs mess! Sanford thought with a smirk.
He settled into his car, dialing Maggie with a grin on his face.
Maggie headed to South Bay Town to chat biz with the factory, picking the perfect fabric for Rosalynnâs wedding dress.
Sanford had wanted to tag along, but she insisted he visit his mom at the hospital.
What a sweetheart, Sanford mused.
âMr.
Robles,â his assistant chimed in respectfully.
Sanford snapped back to reality.
âLet the South Bay Town factory know theyâve got a special visitor coming.
They better treat her right.
â
The assistant inquired, âSure thing, sir.
Whoâs the VIP?â
Sanford hesitated.
âItâs Maggie.
â
Maggie? The very same Maggie he knew? Could it be they had patched things up? The assistant wisely didnât pry, simply saying, âUnderstood!â
Sanford followed up his call with a text to Maggie.
âReach the factory director directly when you arrive.
â
Maggie rode a bus towards South Bay Town.
Gazing out the window at the blur of scenery, a wave of unexpected familiarity washed over her.
It had been a long time since sheâd been back in her hometown.
A pang of longing tugged at her heart.
The memories sparked a smile on her face, which widened as her phone chimed.
After a momentâs thought, Maggie filmed a ten-second clip outside the window and sent it to Sanford with a quick message.
âOn my way.
â
Sanfordâs reply arrived promptly, âThereâs no beauty in the video.
â
He implied she should have included herself in the video clip.
âThereâs no beauty here,â she replied with a smile.
âReally? Whereâs Maggie, then?â Sanford replied.