Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel 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.

Henry nestled quietly in his mom's arms, content as long as he wasn't left alone.

"Thanks, Mia!"

Mia replied with a smirk, "Yeah, right."

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

Naomi, now dressed, smiled at her sister-in-law before leaving. "Little Molly, who used to be so wild, is all grown up and career-focused."

Molly laughed, "It just happened. But honestly, Naomi, I’d still rather be a couch potato."

Naomi chuckled, "Always the jokester. Get some sleep, I'm heading to bed."

"Goodnight, Naomi," Molly replied.

After closing the door, Mia returned to her bedroom. Her husband asked, "Did you need something from Molly?"

"Yeah, she needed some help with work."

Mia then stripped Henry and tossed his clothes into the laundry basket.

The tub was too big and slippery for Henry, and the basin was now too small. So Mia used a bucket, where he sat, splashing water everywhere.

Chad returned to the 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 tragic lovers just because we're apart for a day."