Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly, the spirited gal with a penchant for zipping around on her sunshine-yellow Vespa, found herself in a bit of a pickle one day. "You're anything but innocent," she fumed. "I mean, you should be giving Anya some sisterly advice at home! Keep her from hanging out alone with guys! Lucky for her, she ran into a gentleman like Leo. If it had been anyone else, who knows what kind of trouble she could've been in." She shot a glare at Chad's retreating figure to punctuate her rant.

Officer Chad, her unwitting target, didn't have a word to say in his defense. He quietly twisted the cap off Molly's thermos, letting the steam from the hot water rise into the chilly air.

The sisters chatted a bit longer until Mia's son woke up, on the verge of crying. She quickly ended the call with Molly.

Sure enough, the baby's cries soon followed, loud but tear-free.

Anya and Leo, meanwhile, were catching up on their sleep in their respective rooms. Leo was still mulling over his uncle's cryptic hints. Did his uncle know or not?

Deciding to play it cool, Leo figured he'd act clueless until his uncle made the first move. After all, his uncle was cunning; maybe he didn't know about Leo's hacking skills and was just waiting for Leo to slip up and confess. Leo's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but eventually, sleep won out, and he dozed off.

Molly's teeth chattered as she posed for wedding photos on that bitterly cold winter day. But in the name of beauty, she braved the chill.

"The groom kisses the bride, capture the setting sun, cast a shadow," the photographer directed, adjusting the couple's stance.

Molly protested, "No one said anything about kissing photos."

The photographer shrugged, "I'm just telling you now. We go with the flow, not a checklist. Look at this gorgeous day we've got, and this spot by the beach is perfect. This scene is too beautiful to waste with the sunset and the waterfront."

The day's shoot was set at the seaside, a location Chad had chosen. Normally indifferent about wedding details, his only stipulation was that Molly didn't get cold feet. But when it came time to pick their photo package, he spoke up, "Molly, how about we shoot at the beach?"

Jade, who always liked to stand out, questioned, "Isn't that a bit cliché? Won't there be too many other couples?"

Chad seemed so fond of that beachfront that Molly, with her soft heart, couldn't bear to disappoint him. She promptly agreed to the seaside photoshoot.

is this? You know, I almost drowned at sea once..." She cut herself off, then sighed,

rescued her from the waves and taken her home, nurturing and cherishing her for

Molly had caught on. He simply watched her with a tender smile, while she blushed and muttered under

to set, the photographer, enamored with the golden hour, made

turned out, was

"All right," she agreed.

up her heavy gown, Molly turned to Chad, "I haven't said yes

tight spot, said, "If you're not comfortable, we don't have to do it. You can ignore my response." Unable to bear the thought of Chad feeling put out, Molly didn't realize she had fallen into a trap, "Fine, let's

into a sly grin, his eyes on her like a wolf eyeing a rabbit-it was only a

heart raced as Chad stood before her. "Wait, photographer, can

Her eyes fluttered shyly.

trust in my skills," assured the

photographer's skills, Chad was another

arm around her waist and pulled her

the scene, set down his camera... this

second time, Officer Chad obscured the

"You did

day, as the sun dipped lower, the beach cleared, leaving only

beach seemed to belong solely to them. Molly ran after Chad along the shore, trying to

captivating than any posed shot, eagerly snapped photos, encouraging them, "Keep going, yes, that's it,

tired to run anymore, and bent over, gasping

Molly's stamina with a hint of