Rosalynn nodded, adjusting her glasses before stepping into the elevator.
âI trust you,â she said calmly.
Sanford let out a sigh of relief, following her into the elevator.
He wiped his forehead, glad to shift the conversation away from awkward territory.
Outside the hotel, Hugh sat in the car, watching them exit one by one.
Sanford opened the car door for a woman courteously.
Hugh rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Who was this unattractive woman with her face marked with pimples?
Could she really be Sanfordâs latest crush?
Was his taste in women undergoing a sudden shift?
As Sanford settled into the passenger seat, Hugh leaned in with curiosity.
âMr.
Robles, whoâs this Lady? Why isnât Mrs.
Hughes with us?â
He actually didnât recognize Rosalynn either.
Sanford flashed a mischievous grin.
âHugh, canât you recognize her?â
âHuh? I have never met her before.
Why would I know her?â Hugh frowned.
Sanford blinked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
âCome on, give it more thought.
â
Hugh was confused.
âI was wondering where Mrs.
Hughes is.
Why are you talking about this woman?â
Sanford chuckled softly.
âStill not catching on?â
Before Hugh could respond, Rosalynn interjected with a laugh.
âSanford, you can quit teasing him now.
Mr.
Brown, itâs me, Rosalynn.
â
At Rosalynnâs words, realization dawned on Hugh.
His eyes widened in recognition.
âMrs.
Hughes, you.
.
You look completely different,â Hugh exclaimed.
Amused, Rosalyn adjusted her glasses.
She knew she had hit the mark perfectly.
Despite Arthurâs reputation as a flirt, she questioned whether he would still be interested in her now.
Seated beside Hugh in the passenger seat, Sanford, already buckled in, remarked, âShe wore that makeup as a way to relive her past.
â
âHuh? What do you mean?â Hugh inquired, his interest piqued.