Hey y'all! This chapter, like others before it, has just been sitting waiting to be edited for a hot minute. Long story short, I got an itching to play Tree of Tranquility since I never played it and ordered a copy but shipping issues happened and my initial copy had to be replaced and I've been stressing over my luck and whether or not I'm just cursed to have bad things happen to me. But it's good, I literally got a somehow brand new, never opened copy and I've been playing it since yesterday. Enjoy the Long Boi of a chapter (which honestly had some stuff cut because I couldn't make the words work but maybe I'll try again later). Also ya girl is half-vaccinated, get your shots and stay safe, lovelies. ~Shaymie

Molly

Angela had insisted on doing her hair for her birthday.

Sitting on her bed while Angela worked on her hair brought back memories of her school days. Kasey and their father were hopeless when it came to hair, so it was up to Angela to make Molly look somewhat presentable. She smiled at the memories. Hair time with Angela used to be her favorite part of the day. She didn't have to worry about the other kids picking on her or teachers calling her name during class to try and break her out of her shell.

"You missed it last night, but Luke asked me to be his girlfriend." Angela's voice sounded far-off and dreamy as she ran her hands through Molly's hair, working some product in. She could hear the smile in her sister's voice and smiled too. She didn't think it would happen so soon, but then again maybe she should have expected it. Angela and Luke lived life far faster than she did. They were both impulsive and impatient, it only made sense for them to start dating so soon after their first date. She only wishes she hadn't slept through the whole thing.

"I'm glad... You deserve to be happy, Angie."

"Part of me still thinks it was a dream... I mean, I was a drunk crying loser and he still asked me to be with him... He still kissed me." She didn't have to see Angela's face to know that she was blushing. She hoped Luke would be able to heal the hurt in her sister's heart. She knew that Angela was still hurting over Mikhail's betrayal. But while Molly had Dr. Kane to talk to about the difficult subjects, Angela had nobody. She refused to let anyone know that she was in pain, thinking her issues were lesser than everyone else's. She kept everything close to her chest.

It's not right. She almost wishes she could let Angela have a couple of sessions with Dr. Kane, especially since hers were going stagnant anyway. He wanted her to talk about her feelings towards Chelsea and Mark and she doesn't know how she feels towards them. She had thought it impossible for her to hate anyone, but thinking about Chelsea's lies filled her with an anger she's never known before. She hadn't been lying when she told Chase she loved dancing. Sure, she started it to try to get closer to her mother, but it really was fun and she had grown to love it. She thought she could go far with it.

And Mark, well... He'd always been a bit of a snobby jerk even before they started dating. She shouldn't have been so stupid. What interest would he have in the quiet, mousy girl in the back of the class? He was one of the popular guys, the one everyone in the studio fawned over. She should have known something was up. But when he asked her out after they finished their history project, she was too stunned by his good looks and the fact that he was the first person to ask her out to her face. Most guys sent their friends over to ask her out.

It was nice at first. He showered her with gifts and kisses and brought her home for dinner. Ethel Ziegler was the perfect embodiment of everything she thought a mother should be, sweet and caring and just a tad bit overbearing. Mark was her first boyfriend so she thought he could do no wrong. But as their relationship went on, he started to change. His kisses became more forceful, often leaving hickeys that Angela had to cover up. He always had his hands on her in one way or another. And while she wasn't opposed to the occasional dry hump on the couch, he kept trying to take it past where she was comfortable, getting more and more impatient with each refusal.

Chelsea lied to her and ruined her career.

Mark refused to take no for an answer.

It should be so easy for her to say that she hates them. Angela and Kasey sure did. Fritz does too, despite having only met them a handful of times on summer visits. But... why can't she? Why did she try so hard to protect them from her family's anger? She took the blame for Chelsea's manipulation and refused to let them do anything about it. And when Angela walked in on Mark on top of her, ignoring her tears or the way she repeatedly told him that she was scared and that she wasn't ready, why did she blame herself for not being clear on what she wanted?

Was she scared of breaking this nice girl persona she's built up over the years? Where did the Amber Parker wannabe end and Molly Parker begin? What kind of person would she be if she stopped holding back her rude or mean thoughts, if she stopped forcing herself to be such a good little girl all the time? Would she be more like Chase?

"Hey, no frowns allowed on your birthday." She felt a tug on her hair and turned to look at Angela. Do older siblings just have some kind of sixth sense to know when their younger sibling is sad? How'd her sister know something was bothering her without being able to see her face? Angela kissed her cheek and hugged her. "What's on your mind, Molls?"

"It's nothing." She could tell by the look on her sister's face that she wasn't convincing in the slightest. "Can we talk about it later? You know, since it's my birthday and all. Don't want to ruin the mood."

"Oh, now you care about your birthday. Fine, turn around and keep your secrets. I'm almost done anyway." Molly turned back around, sighing under her breath when she felt Angela's hands start to move in her hair again. Add this to the list of things she has to talk to her about. She has a bad habit of putting off talking about things that could upset her or the people she loved. Eventually they just end up forgotten altogether.

Molly could feel herself dozing off as she felt Angela pulling part of her hair back, making a quiet comment about how long it's gotten. They had cut their hair around the same time—Molly during a nervous breakdown and Angela shortly after in solidarity—but Molly's grew back faster and now nearly reached past her shoulders, the curls that tickled her neck making her tie her hair up most days. It was a pathetic thing, her breakdown. She had come to realize just how much she looked like her mother, the two of them nearly identical, and desperately tried to change it..

It had to be some cruel twist of fate for her to look like a clone of the woman who hated her.

The snap of a barrette and a pat on her shoulder woke her up from her partial snoozing. She wasn't sure why she was so tired. Angela was nice enough to let her sleep in and handled her chores for her, but she's still groggy. Maybe she should start drinking coffee like Kasey. Then again, he mostly drank it to cure hangovers. While Angela seemed to be immune to hangovers, Kasey seemed to get them after even the tiniest bit of drinking. Sometimes Molly thinks that Angela is some kind of alcohol fiend.

"Angie, you know you don't have to hang around today. You can spend some time with Luke." Molly accepted the hand mirror Angela handed her and checked out her hair, which was done up in a simple half-pony style. A flower-shaped barrette, courtesy of their aunt, was keeping some hair pinned back from her face. She looked up at her sister with a grateful smile. It was rare that she ever did anything special to her hair aside from applying the hair care products her old stylist still gifted her. She hasn't worked with Allen Schmitt or Klaus Mueller in years but they still sent her gifts. Kasey must have given them the new address.

"I won't get to see him until lunch anyway." Angela sighed and stood up, stretching. Molly winced when she heard a few pops. They have a hot spring out back, but neither of them have never given it more than a glance. Maybe now's the time it gets put to use. Angela had seemingly boundless energy but Molly knew that she just had to be exhausted. She worked in the sweltering heat for hours every day and now instead of resting in the afternoons, she went running with her. Maybe she should put the running off until it gets cooler. She knew that Angela would insist on coming with her every time she went. Just to "keep an eye out."

"Well, I'm gonna go see if Maya can hang out today—"

"No!" Molly screamed at Angela's sudden shout, the yellow hand mirror slipping from her hand. It fell to the ground face up and thankfully with no scratches. She looked up at her sister with a frown. Angela laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of her neck. "Um, I kinda have a surprise for you. I'm just waiting for it to be delivered so I don't want you going anywhere."

"Angie, how do you even know it'll be delivered today? The mail runs slow out here." Aunt Dee and Fritz worried that their gifts wouldn't get here in time for Molly's birthday, so they shipped them out earlier than they normally would have. Aunt Dee, in typical Aunt Dee fashion, had gifted her some handmade clothes. Before taking over her husband's farm, she ran a tailoring business. With a few exceptions, she sewed and knitted all of her and Fritz's clothes by hand. She sent the Parker siblings clothes every birthday and Christmas, catering to each of their styles: Molly got dresses and sweaters (along with the occasional apron), Kasey got hats and scarves, and Angela got cropped sweaters and fingerless gloves.

"I have it on good authority that it'll be here today. Just... wait a bit? Please?" Molly picked up the mirror and looked up at her sister with a very Chase-like quirk of her eyebrow. Her siblings normally let her do whatever she wanted on her birthday as long as she came back in time for whatever festivities they had planned. She was used to Angela being pushy sometimes, but never on her birthday. Whatever she was expecting to arrive must be really important. So she reluctantly agreed to stay home, but only for about an hour. Even though she was taking a break from running today, she didn't want to stay cooped up in the house.

She decided to call Fritz and Aunt Dee to tell them that their gifts had arrived safe and sound. Along with the flower clip, her aunt had also sent a light summer dress (that she was currently wearing) and a new apron. Angela must have told Aunt Dee her new measurements. Thanks to Chase's insistent feeding when she visited him at work, she was practically back to her normal weight before Chelsea's interference. It had taken her so long to start losing weight, yet she gained it back in no time at all...

This is a good thing. I'm not fat, and even if I was it doesn't matter. Not like anybody has to lift me anymore.

Her cheeks pinked as she thought of how easily Chase had lifted her into his arms after her panic attack. She's always dreamed of getting swept off her feet, but she always thought it would be by some Prince Charming. While Chase was certainly good-looking—more heat rose to her face at the memory of him shirtless at the beach, he was more fit than she thought— he was no Prince Charming. But his arms were strong and warm and...

What the hell is she thinking?

"Ma wants you guys to come by for a visit sometime," she heard Fritz saying as she tried to push those weird thoughts out of her head. Aunt Dee had stepped out to run a quick errand. "It's been like forever since we've seen you, y'know!"

"I wouldn't say forever." She cracked a small smile. It would be nice to see her aunt and cousin again. It was always them that came to the city to visit, having a friend care for the farm while they were gone. She's never seen Oak Tree for herself since her father never wanted to make the trip out there. Maybe she would have met Chase a lot sooner if she had got to visit the town. Then again, maybe not. Fritz tended to monopolize her time whenever he visited. He's an only child, and he considered her the older sister he never had just as she considered him the little brother she'd never gotten. Fritz was a lot closer to her than he was to the twins.

"It's still been a whole year, Mollipop! I miss you!"

"We can't just leave the farm unattended... Besides, I don't know if we can afford it..." Angela wanted to save up to expand the house. Sharing a bedroom was nice, but it was crowded and cramped. While Molly was okay with sleeping on a (slightly lumpy) twin-sized bed, she knew that Angela was uncomfortable, being half a foot taller with longer limbs. They could always share a king or queen, but Angela moved around too much in her sleep and Molly was a blanket hog. It would probably be best for them to try and get their own rooms so they could upgrade their beds.

"I could give you a tour of the town—"

"Frederick, I told you to wait for me to talk to Angela about that!" Molly heard a smack and her cousin's whine at being referred to by his full name. Aunt Dee must have come back in the house sometime during the conversation. She dismissed her son to take care of his chores and sighed into the receiver. "Sorry about that, dear. Fritz just gets awful lonely out here. You're his favorite cousin, you know."

"It's fine. I... I miss him, too." Now that Fritz had put the idea in her head, she really did want to visit. But she couldn't tell Angela that. She knows what her sister's like. Angela would break her back to try to make her happy while ignoring her own wants and needs. She's naive, but she's not an idiot. She knows that whatever Angela bought her for her birthday was crazy expensive. It's why she's working so hard, planting twice as many crops as she did last season. That's too much work for one person to do on their own, and Angela is too stubborn to admit when she needs help or when she's way in over her head.

It would be nice to see Fritz again, but it's not at all worth Angela risking her health to make it happen. Molly can wait to see him.

She spent more time than expected talking to her aunt. There was a lot to catch up on. Though Molly had never been to Oak Tree, the older woman told her about all the latest gossip. Angela had gone out to work after applying some lotion to her sunburnt face, saying that she couldn't put off her chores for much longer. While she had fed the animals earlier (they got grumpy if their schedule was off, though how they were even aware of what time it was baffled the sisters), she spent the morning inside with Molly, cooking her breakfast and doing her hair.

A knock at the door interrupted Aunt Dee's rant about how the local chef was an absolute cad who had women coming out of the restaurant at all hours of the night. Seems like Chase and his brother were complete opposites. The older woman let out a gasp and apologized for taking up so much of Molly's time, and hung up after making a promise to call more often. Molly set the phone back into the receiver and went to the door. Maya had probably gotten impatient and decided to come over instead of waiting for her to come into town.

"Delivery for one Molly Rose?" She blinked as a rather heavy box was shoved into her hands, hastily wrapped in orange wrapping paper with a crooked bow on top. She looked up at the delivery person and nearly dropped the box in shock when she made eye contact with a familiar pair of gray eyes.

"Ash?! W-What are you doing here?"

"Whoa, Molly, you look like you're about to pass out." Ash gently grabbed her by the elbow and led her to the couch, setting the gift on the floor next to it. She was trembling, she realized, but not from nerves this time. She was happy, excited even. She gave Ash a shaky smile and reassured him that she was fine. She didn't think there was anyone on the planet besides her who would be so happy to see their ex. Even before they dated, they had been the best of friends, and it was easy to go back to that after the break-up.

"I... Why did you come all this way? Castanet's so far... Where's Cheryl?"

"It's your birthday, Cinnamon." Her cheeks flushed at the use of her old pet name. He had once said that her freckles reminded him of a dusting of cinnamon. She, in response, started calling him... Sugar. Not the most creative pet name out there, but it went well with Cinnamon. Ash smiled down at her. "And Cheryl's off at summer camp. She's mad she couldn't come with me. She says happy birthday, by the way."

"I know it's my birthday! Y-You didn't have to come all this way, I would have been happy with a phone call! This is too much..." Too much effort spent on her. Too much money. She could only imagine how much it cost him to come here. Nevertheless, she is glad to see him. She knew that he still blamed himself for what happened. At least now he's able to look her in the face without some guilty expression. She'd told him countless times that it wasn't his fault. And it was only just recently that she'd started to think that it wasn't hers either.

"Your sister paid for Linh and Bridget to visit—oh, they're checking into the inn by the way—and I decided to tag along. It was kinda a last minute thing." So this was Angela's big surprise, the reason she didn't want her going to the inn to visit Maya. She didn't want the surprise to be ruined. Molly can't even begin to imagine how much money Angela had spent on the tickets. Was she paying for their inn rooms, too? Angela's done big things for her birthday in the past, but this has to be the biggest thing yet. She's honestly surprised it managed to stay a secret.

How was she ever going to repay her for this?

"Don't stop me, don't stop me, don't stop me!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Molly held back a laugh at Angela and Luke's drunken duet on the karaoke machine. Despite the machine having two microphones, the new couple decided to share one for some reason. Angela had the bar decorated for the party, pastel streamers and balloons filling the western-themed space. Linh had made her a bouquet of sunflowers, the bright flowers sitting safely behind the counter where no drunk patrons could reach them. Granted, it's not like anyone's really here. Everyone had to bail on the party for one reason or another, the only other person here being a tourist who was sitting at the far end of the bar. Aside from ordering a couple drinks, the man hasn't really said much.

"God, I hope I don't end up like them." Molly downed the last of her raspberry cocktail and set the glass on the counter. She was at the two-drink limit Jin had set for her and pleasantly surprised by how... delicious the alcohol was. It just tasted like sweet juice. She could see why Angela came to the bar every night and left drunk most of the time. Chase snorted as he cleared the glass away, turning his back to her to face the sink.

"Two drinks is hardly enough to get you shitfaced, Freckles."

"Well, it could be! I already started feeling fuzzy after the first one." She couldn't hear his response over the rushing water as he washed the glass, but she could see his shoulders shaking with silent laughter and pouted. Would it kill him to be nice for one night? She wished Linh and Bridget hadn't immediately gone overboard with the drinking and had to lay down in their room at the inn. Ash had gone with them to make sure they didn't get into trouble. Hopefully their hangovers weren't too bad so they could hang out tomorrow.

"Before you get blackout drunk," Chase's voice dripped with sarcasm as he turned the sink off and dried the cocktail glass, "let me get your cake from the back."

Molly hummed to herself and traced the patterns in the wooden counter. She felt a little bit warm, but thankfully she could still walk and see straight. There's a part of her that wonders what it would be like to get fully drunk. She's seen both her siblings at their most inebriated. Kasey tended to pick fights, coming back from most of his nights out with a few bruises or split knuckles. Angela on the other hand got flirty and just a tad bit handsy. Glancing over at the now silent stage, Molly saw that her sister was making out with Luke. Go figure.

She tried to block out what she had seen and turned her attention fully to Chase. He nudged the door to the kitchen open with his shoulder, his hands full with a tray of cupcakes. Her eyes lit up at the sight of them. There were a little more than a dozen of them, beautifully decorated with pink whipped frosting. Half of them were topped with strawberries while the other half were topped with a lemon slice. She leaned in excitedly as he set them down, breathing in the delicious and familiar scent.

"Strawberry lemonade... How did you know?" Her voice trailed off as she was brought back to years past, when her father would take her to the bakery for her birthday. He always tried to get her to try something new, but she was stubborn and insisted on the same thing as the year before. He would laugh and ruffle her hair before calling the head baker over and telling him what she wanted.

"Angela told me. Didn't give me a recipe or anything so I just made one up." Chase plucked the cupcake with the biggest strawberry on top from the tray and handed it to a still-dazed Molly. She accepted it with a small smile. She's not sure if he even knows the significance of this. It's just a cupcake but it means the world to her. It's like having a piece of her father back.

And while she was extremely grateful, her tipsy mind focused on one thing in particular.

"Where are the candles?" Her cheeks flushed when she noticed the incredulous look on Chase's face, and she quickly backtracked. "N-Not that I'm not thankful! Sorry, I should say thank you first, shouldn't I? S-So thank you. This really means a lot."

"You're welcome, Freckles." She looked up in time to see a rare genuine smile from him, but it was gone so fast she wondered if her alcohol-muddled mind had imagined it. She wanted him to smile more. At this point he was going to have wrinkles before he was even thirty. "As for candles, I didn't get any. I'm not used to the whole birthday celebration thing. Uh... Here."

He rummaged around in his pockets and pulled out a lighter. She knew that he would occasionally smoke a cigarette or two when he went on break. After looking around (presumably for something to light), he shrugged and held the lighter in front of her. She yelped as he lit it without warning, falling backwards off the stool. Chase reached out to grab her but was too late. She closed her eyes and braced for impact, only to be caught in a pair of shockingly strong arms. She opened her eyes expecting to see Angela or Luke, but found herself looking into the bright blue eyes of the quiet tourist.

"Lucky for you I was on the way to the bathroom." He set her on her feet with an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head. "God, that was a shitty line. Wait... Terrible choice of words. Uh, the name's Henry. I'm normally way smoother than this."

"Nice to meet you, Henry. Thanks for catching me." She gave him a brief smile and got back in her seat, picking up her cupcake again. She heard a snort as she was peeling off the wrapper and looked at Chase, who had an amused smile on his face. She frowned. Was he laughing because she almost fell? No, that couldn't be it. He looked almost panicked when he couldn't catch her in time. She'd have to ask him about it later, when she's not as tipsy.

Instead of going back to the end of the bar, or even to the bathroom like he said he was, Henry took a seat next to her. He ordered another drink as she popped the strawberry into her mouth. Even without looking at him, she could tell he had his eye on her. Chase grumbled under his breath about how he was a chef, not a bartender, but there wasn't much he could do. Hayden had left for game night at Dale's after mixing Molly's birthday drinks, not wanting to get in the way of the celebration. With Kathy out on a date with Owen, that left Chase alone to play the role of both chef and bartender. It was kind of touching how much Hayden trusted him to hold the fort down.

"So... Today's your birthday, huh?" Henry asked as Molly took a bite of the cupcake. Her eyes widened at the flavor. How did he get it to taste just like Mr. Clement's? She thought she'd never taste anything like this again. She looked up at Chase, who was grudgingly making Henry's drink. She wanted to say more to thank him, but the words got caught in her throat. She wasn't even sure she could put how appreciative she is into words. She swallowed the bite of food in her mouth and turned to Henry before he could think she was rude.

"Y-Yeah, it is." His eyes stayed on her lips as she spoke. She set the cupcake down, her appetite suddenly gone. He leaned onto the counter with a lazy smirk, blatantly checking her out. She wrapped her arms around herself but quickly realized that was a mistake since his gaze fell onto her chest. She wanted to curl up and hide somewhere. If Angela was here she'd set this guy straight, but somehow she managed to sneak out somewhere with Luke without Molly noticing.

"You know, you're just the right type of girl for me. Not too big, not too small... Juuust right." Henry's words were more directed to her chest as his gaze darkened. She's seen that look on a guy's face before. It was how Mark would look at her, when he started asking for more than she was ready to give. He'd even say something similar and claim that he was grateful she wasn't flat as a chessboard or have bags of fat like Angela's friend Muffy.

"Drink your damn drink and get the hell out." Molly flinched as Chase slammed the drink onto the counter, liquid spilling from the rim. His eyes were narrowed dangerously, and there was a different type of scowl on his face. She was surprised by how attractive she found it. Henry finally looked away from Molly's chest and looked up at Chase with a glare.

"Is that any way to talk to a paying customer?"

"It's the way I talk to assholes." Henry's face burned a similar shade of red to the cocktails Molly'd had earlier. Chase wasn't even the slightest bit phased by the other man leaning into his face. In fact, he raised an eyebrow as if challenging the brown-haired man to do something. Henry's hands balled up into fists. Molly looked between the two anxiously. Was Chase trying to get punched? She squeaked when Henry shot out of his seat, his hand smashing her half-eaten cupcake.

There was murder in Chase's eyes. Every part of his body was tense. She reached out and put a hand on his arm to calm him down, her cheeks reddening when she noticed how firm it was. Thankfully she could blame her blush on the alcohol still running through her system.

"It's fine, Chase—"

"It's not fine, Freckles, it's..." He groaned and pulled his arm out of her grasp, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He turned his angry stare back to Henry. Something in his glare must have changed because Henry's face went pale and without another word, he stumbled out of his seat and fled from the bar. Chase chuckled under his breath as he picked up the abandoned drink and chugged it. His expression softened slightly when he looked over at Molly, but there was still a bit of frustration there. "Look, Freckles, you can't play it all cute and shy when it comes to guys like that. You have to let them know you're not interested."

"...Sorry." It felt like people always had to help her out and treated her like something that was easily breakable. How was she supposed to work on getting better when everyone tried to do everything for her? It took her ages to convince Angela that she'd be fine exercising again and even then, her sister refused to let her do it alone. She could feel a bit of her former strength coming back. She doesn't have as much trouble dealing with the animals anymore, and she doesn't need Angela's help when it comes to bringing in the groceries. But while she's been getting better, her sister still seems to have the image of that sickly girl in the hospital burned into her mind.

"What are you apologizing for, Freckles? You can't help it if that guy's a creep." Chase cleaned up the remains of the cupcake and handed her another one with a small smile. She liked his smiles. They felt like a secret meant just for her. "Still want to blow out a candle?"

At her nod, he pulled out the lighter again. This time he made sure she was ready before flicking it on. She stared at the flickering orange flame with pursed lips. What should she wish for? Past years, she's just wished for good luck in incoming dance competitions. She doesn't know if she had a wish last year. Should she wish for the health of her animals? For Bell to stop being a little diva? She heard Chase's impatient sigh and realized the perfect thing to wish for. She smiled softly and closed her eyes as she blew out the lighter.

I want to get closer to Chase.

"Wait, don't open your eyes yet." Molly's brows furrowed in confusion at Chase's order, but kept her eyes closed. She heard footsteps approaching and felt him move to stand behind her. Her face burned. She didn't mean literally! He brushed her hair aside with gentle hands, her skin tingling at his touch. She felt cool metal touch her neck and opened her eyes to look down. It was... a necklace? Chase snapped the clasp shut and took a seat next to her as she examined the piece of jewelry. It was a simple necklace, the silver chain thin and light. She held the pendant part in the palm of her hand, a teasing smile on her face.

"An 'M'? I'm surprised you didn't do F for Freckles." She ran her thumb over the delicate cursive letter. She couldn't believe Chase had actually gotten her something for her birthday. He didn't seem like the type of guy to celebrate birthdays. She learned from Maya that he didn't even do anything for his own birthday, which is part of the reason why she was so determined to make him a cake.

"Believe me, I wanted to. Mira wouldn't do it, said she was worried you'd take it the wrong way or something. Maybe next year I'll get you a charm bracelet with an F or something."

"Buying Molly jewelry? Isn't that the kind of thing boyfriends do?" The two of them looked up at the sound of Angela's voice. She was stumbling in from the bathroom area with Luke, her face flushed. Their clothes were rumpled, and it didn't take a genius to guess what they might have been up to. Luke's face lit up at the sight of the cupcakes on the counter, and he made a straight beeline for them. Angela gave Chase one of her know-it-all grins. He responded with a roll of his eyes and called for Luke to not eat all the cupcakes, getting out of his seat with the intent of stopping him. Molly looked up from the necklace and gave Chase a smile that stopped him in his tracks.

"Thank you, Chase. I love it."