Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

It was a big year-high school entrance exams were looming, so Mrs. Cedillo was running a tight ship.

Naomi shot her husband a look. "You're up early."

Bruce started tripping over his words. "No, Naomi, really, it's not what you think. That was just the class president from when I was a student..."

Naomi raised an eyebrow. "After all these years, you still remember your class president? That's some memory. Must've been something special, huh?"

Bruce just stood there, at a loss.

Meanwhile, Mia and Molly watched like it was the season finale of their favorite show. The whole crew was craning their necks, not even caring that their muscles were starting to ache.

For once, all the Cedillo women—and even the family's old man were united against the Cedillo men. It was a rare sight.

Grandpa Cedillo heaved a dramatic sigh. "Life's gotten so boring. Mia, Molly, why don't you tell Naomi where you two disappeared to that night? Naomi, maybe you could use a little getaway yourself."

The girls exchanged glances. Why were they getting dragged into this now?

we've been married for decades. There's nothing going on. Please, just let

Naomi was having none of it. She stormed upstairs, and Bruce scrambled after her. "Naomi, wait

out, the four spectators all turned back around at the same time, suddenly remembering-they were

dad. Maybe just maybe-Dad never had these kinds of scandals when he was

let me

coughed, shooting his

husband, back when he was

up the parenting. I'll

risk any embarrassing childhood stories getting out. He scooped up his little wild one with one arm, grabbed Mia's hand with the other, and steered her straight to the elevator-he wasnt taking any

for gossip, called, "Dad, what about my husband? What

kid? Dad!

doors closed with a soft thud, cutting her off. Upstairs, everything

living room, it was just the Chad family and

Hansen, feeling pretty clever,