Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 643

With a loud "Pop!" the room jolted, startling everyone inside.

The little one jumped, then, in a brave attempt, grabbed the balloon only to burst it and scare himself even more. His tiny face scrunched up as he burst into tears.

Mia quickly scooped him up, patting his little bottom while chuckling to soothe her son, "Look at you, scaring yourself into tears. Auntie didn't even have to pull a prank on you, and here you are, crying." The little guy's cries only got louder, "Wahh-wahh!"

Mia cooed at him, "Alright, alright, mommy's not mad at you."

Just as she had calmed her little "meatball," Anya, fiddling with another balloon, caused it to burst with a loud "Pop!" once again filling the room with the sound of the little one's cries.

He wanted his dad now.

Andre, having had a moment of peace for less than ten minutes, found himself comforting his tearful little meatball son again. Sometimes, the crying drained Andre. His son was definitely the most high-maintenance child he had ever known. Feeling helpless, Andre decided to take his son for a walk on the lawn that evening, hoping to soothe his startled heart.

Mia returned to her conversation, picking up a dart gun, "Stephania, Molly told me you're into astrology now? What got you into that?"

Stephania replied, "I've always been fascinated by things science can't explain. Whenever I had free time, I'd research and study. Over time, I learned a lot and became an expert."

Molly chimed in, "Did you bring your tarot cards? Can you do a reading for us sisters later?"

Without needing her cards, Stephania looked at Anya and said, "You're about to experience a romantic fling."

Anya, caught off-guard by the sudden attention, blankly stared at Stephania, "Me?"

Stephania nodded, "Don't worry, it's not a soulmate situation. It won't last."

Mia was about to ask if it was Leo, but Stephania's words made her swallow her question, "Where's Anya's true love then?"

"No rush, she's still young. Her true love will come when it's time." Stephania then turned to Mia, "Mrs. Cedillo, what would you like to know?"

Mia responded, "Wealth."

...

Staying up late with Molly, the room was adorned with joyous decorations, with balloons of red, pink, and cream scattered on the floor, and fans stuck on the walls, centered around a large, festive knot. "Molly, why didn't you hire a professional team for your wedding room decoration? Why do it yourself?" Stephania asked curiously.

Molly responded, "It's a once-in-a-lifetime wedding. Outsourcing it wouldn't feel the same."

Mia, knowing her friend's nature well, teased, "Or perhaps you wanted to use the wedding as an excuse not to be rushed back to work by Coleen."

Turning to Anya, Mia inquired, "Do your parents plan on having you take over the family business someday?"

Anya hadn't thought that far, "I don't know yet. Aunt Mia, what do you want to do in the future? Stephania said you could find gold even in trash. Are you going to pick trash?"

Mia raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Secret."

"And what about you, Stephania?" Molly asked.

Stephania answered, "Depends on when Donnie decides to propose. If he does before I decide to study abroad, I'll stay for him. If he misses the chance, then let fate decide." As the night wore on, the door opened to the sound of the little one's cries.

"Time flies, it's almost eleven, and my son still hasn't slept. He needs to help his aunt guard the door tomorrow. I better go," Mia said as she rose from the bed.

Opening the door, Andre saw the room filled with balloons but silently handed his son to his wife.

The little one, quickly forgetting his earlier scare, was once again intrigued by the colorful balloons, eager to play.

"We should head off, you guys should get some sleep too."

As they left, they bumped into Leo, who was also up late. Aunt Mia warned, "Leo, Stephania says Anya is about to experience some romantic luck."

Leo casually responded, "Let it be, I don't care." Probably thinking it was about him.

"But Stephania also said it won't last," Mia added.

This time, Leo's casual demeanor faded, "You believe whatever she says? Don't you have any judgment of your own? What was the point of your education if you can't think for yourselves?" Mia, fuming, turned to Andre, thrusting their son into his arms, "Hold him!"

Rolling up her sleeves, she declared, "Leo, if I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not your aunt."

The eventful night left the little one, who should have been sleepy by now, even more awake after seeing his mom in action.

Andre, trying to keep peace, could only cover his eyes, his son too young to understand but eager to join the fray.

The night deepened, and as Molly sent Stephania to the guest room, she didn't return to her own but instead headed to her mother's memorial room.

The candlelight flickered as Molly lit incense, her eyes blurred with tears, "Mom, I'm getting married tomorrow."

As the incense burned, Molly, overwhelmed with emotion, whispered, "Mom, I miss you so much. The memory of you is fading."

In the quiet house, only Molly's room echoed with restrained sobs.

Her father, Hansen, entered, offering a simple comfort, "Go to sleep. You need to be fresh for tomorrow. Crying will only make you the least attractive bride."

Molly, tears streaming down her face, managed to say, "Dad, I miss mom."

"It's okay. You'll meet her in the next life. I'll make sure to protect you both then."

Nodding through her sobs, Molly agreed, "Okay, in the next life, I'll still choose you and mom."

"Go to sleep now. I'll stay with your mom a bit longer," Hansen said, encouraging her to rest.

Sitting alone, he spoke softly, "Did you hear that, dear? Our daughter still wants us in her next life. Ah, our youngest is getting married tomorrow. I just can't sleep."

Molly collapsed into her bed, her head barely touching the pillow before she was whisked away into sleep.

There's something about missing someone so deeply that your dreams find a way to reunite you.

The clearest memory from her childhood was a vivid scene: a lush green lawn, surrounded by all her loved ones... But today, that lawn was empty, the surroundings a blur, as if she was walking in a dream. Standing on that lawn was a kind figure, looking at her with a smile and calling out, "Molly, crying for your mom again?"

Tears flooded Molly's eyes as she sobbed, her voice quivering, "Yes, I miss her."