Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 792

"Is it because of the price?" Mia asked, checking herself out in the mirror while adjusting her outfit.

Molly gave it a thought and shook her head. "Chade Inc. has always been high-end. Our customers are loaded, so this price isn't exactly steep."

Naomi, now dressed, chimed in, "Molly, you can't just slap a price on something because of the brand. If it's too expensive and the quality is just mediocre, a fancy price tag won't cut it."

Mia nodded, "These days, making money is tough. People think twice before splurging. Would you rather drop a grand on a coat or a T-shirt?"

Molly examined the outfit. "The price isn't changing. Trust me, once you try it on, you'll see that the production cost is pretty high."

"Mia and I were just chatting, not necessarily because of the price," Mia said, rummaging through Molly's wardrobe. "Mind if I try on your clothes?"

"Go ahead. What's mine is yours," Molly replied.

Mia picked out a few pieces, trying to mix and match. "This one is hard to pair with other stuff. Even if you find something, it won't be jaw-dropping. On its own, it's nice. But fashion shows? Those models wear stuff that's way too over-the-top for everyday wear." Naomi added, "Pros: it's breathable and cool. They must've put a lot of thought into the fabric; it's super comfy. But the downside? It's picky about body shape. Standing next to Mia, the difference is clear."

Molly folded her arms, tapping her lips as she watched them.

Soon, little Henry, crying and calling for his mom, knocked on the door, guided by Andre. "Call for Mommy, and she'll come out."

"Mo-mo-mommy," Henry wailed, mixing his cries with calls for Mia.

Mia quickly stripped off her clothes, opened the door, and scooped up her sweaty, crying son. "My baby was so anxious he started calling for 'mommy.' Don't cry, mommy's here."

Holding Henry, she walked over to Molly. "Molly, asking just Naomi and me for opinions might be a bit one-sided. We don't represent everyone. Our suggestions are based on our tastes-I'm all about overall coordination, Naomi cares about comfort. You can't just go by what we say." She soothed her son and continued, "Why not survey your loyal customers? A random sample might help you spot any issues."

Naomi nodded in agreement.

his mom's arms, content

"Thanks, Mia!"

replied with a smirk, "Yeah,

"I'm taking this black dress. I'll return it tomorrow. Can't

leaving. "Little Molly, who used to be so wild, is all

"It just happened. But honestly, Naomi, I'd still rather

jokester. Get some sleep, I'm heading to

"Goodnight, Naomi," Molly replied.

to her bedroom. Her

she needed some help

Henry and tossed his clothes into the laundry

the basin was now too small. So Mia used a bucket, where he sat, splashing

Byrne family home, noticed Mia wasn't there, and called Molly. "Go to bed, Chad. Don't come over. I'll be back tomorrow night. We won't turn into Shakespearean

Cedillo family home is

Officer Chad was left alone in

morning, at 7:20, Mia's phone rang. "Hello, Chad?" "Mia, put Henry

for over a decade, Mia got

and headed to Molly's

woke up to a series of screams, lifting her nephew. "Thanks

clutching a few strands

quick breakfast, Molly rushed to work, and

years with my grandson. I boasted to Harry yesterday that my grandson could stand. Today, I should take Henry to the Rayner

are sore from holding him. He gets tired of the stroller and wants to