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.

content as long

"Thanks, Mia!"

with a

son, she added, "I'm taking this black dress. I'll return it tomorrow. Can't change with the baby in

who used to

just happened. But honestly, Naomi, I'd still

the jokester. Get some sleep, I'm heading to

"Goodnight, Naomi," Molly replied.

her bedroom. Her husband asked, "Did you need something

she needed some help

and tossed

and the basin was now too small. So Mia used

over. I'll be back tomorrow night. We won't turn into Shakespearean tragic

family home is far from the

Officer Chad was left alone in their

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

for over a decade, Mia

up her well-fed, content son from the bed and headed to Molly's

of screams, lifting

retrieved her son, who was still clutching a few

quick breakfast, Molly rushed to work, and Naomi left

she wasn't her usual energetic self. "At my age, I'm still strong enough to spend a few more years with my grandson. I boasted to Harry yesterday that my grandson

arms are sore from holding him. He gets tired