Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre had a mask on, covering his whole face.

He hadn't set foot in the ring for years, but tonight, for Mia, he grabbed the ropes with one hand and vaulted right in.

The crowd was already wild, the energy pulsing through the room.

But Andre didn't care about the cheers or the shouts he only had eyes for Mia.

Mia blinked, uncomfortable under his stare. She nudged her friend. "Molly, that guy keeps looking at me. It's kind of creeping me out."

Molly squinted. "Why's he got a mask on? Why not just wear some face paint or something?"

Mia turned for a better look. "Yeah, what's the deal with that?"

People were getting restless, waiting for the match to start, but "Auntie" Mia was still down there, chatting away.

No one in the crowd noticed the poor host off to the side, nervously gulping and wiping sweat from his forehead.

Andre gave a little cough. The host jumped to attention, nerves making him trip over his words. "Um, now... contestants, please step into the ring."

Mia narrowed her eyes. "Hey, don't you think he looks kind of familiar?"

Molly leaned in. "Nope. But I'm dying to see what's under that mask."

next to the boss, repeated himself, voice shaky. "Both contestants,

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grabbed the ropes with both hands, and,

a huge sigh

suddenly remembering, he came back, pretending to check his whistle while he

match, but the more she looked, the more she thought-why is

Wait, why are they

little wife. The stuff on his

stumped. "Hey, what's

Andre said nothing.

mute

Andre's Adam's apple bobbed.

your Adam's apple

Still nothing from Andre.

tried again, but he was

the side, the host kept glancing nervously at the boss, Mia's

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aren't you curious

knew she was trying to get him to

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