Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia was a whirlwind of activity, generously sharing her meticulously crafted notes with Molly and Anya. "Someday, when you two become moms, you'll find this gold. Soak it up now while it's on the house, 'cause once my little munchkin hits his first birthday, I'm starting a consultancy fee for parenting tips."

Molly arched an eyebrow. "Do you think I can't afford your sage advice?"

Mia shot back a screenshot of a generous bank transfer her husband had made a few days prior. "If you think you can swing it, by all means, I welcome your business."

Jade chimed in with a quick message: Got it saved.

Anya followed suit: Me too, all saved.

Leo teased Anya, "You're only eighteen. What's the rush?"

Anya blinked, her innocent face lighting up. "Right, I'm just eighteen, not even at the marrying age yet. Why am I in a hurry?" But then she impulsively deleted the photo. She paused, reconsidering. "But wait, Leo, what if I need this stuff later?"

She retrieved Mia's photo from the chat and saved it again.

Leo pointed out the obvious: "By the time you're a mom, your phone will be an antique."

Anya felt the weight of his logic, her naivety ensnaring her in a dilemma over a simple photo.

Leo ended up saving Mia's notes for her. "Let's eat, I saved them for you."

"Alright."

Leo always seemed to have a solution or decision ready whenever Anya was in a bind.

"I have to step out this afternoon," Leo said as he planned to drop Anya off at her place. "I'll..."

"Leo, where are you headed? I'll come with you," Anya, ever the tagalong, quickly interjected.

"I'm off to a tech conference. Pretty sure computer talk isn't your cup of tea."

worries, I can wait

missed the memo that Anya had become

be a drag. It's a boys' club. If you don't want to head home, I can drop you at

and didn't push. "Okay,

"Yeah, let's eat."

feeling the unusual quiet next to him. He glanced at Anya, "Still

turnoff for Maplewood Estates, Leo accelerated straight

you missed the turn," Anya pointed

give out any personal info, not even your phone or laptop

bombarding him with

this to yourself, not a word

Auntie or

"Nobody," Leo said firmly.

joy was a mystery to Leo; why was she always so

this like a secret between just

the straight shooter, asked, "What, you planning to blackmail me into

moment, Anya's romantic notions

a suburban villa, where Leo registered their details at the guesthouse before pulling

into the living room,

brought your girlfriend

my girlfriend, just a sister," Leo

pretty,"

looked around; indeed, she was the

out of place, she clung to

a couch for Anya, and Leo didn't

since you're here, can you take a look

Anya on the couch and joined the crowd, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Anya, feeling bored, accepted a glass of water offered to her

exchange and advised, "You've got a drink in the

the car and found her morning juice,