Chapter 21

"What's Lucy White up to now?" The live comments section was immediately flooded with trolls trying to stir up drama.

Even Ethan Smith's fans began to waver—had they misjudged Lucy all along?

The camera panned to show Lucy sitting in the courtyard with a bundle of straw in her lap, her slender fingers weaving with astonishing dexterity. Ethan sat beside her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"What is this...?" he murmured.

Without looking up, Lucy continued her swift movements. "A straw hat," she replied.

In just fifteen minutes, an exquisitely crafted straw hat took shape in her hands. She brushed off the loose strands and handed it to Ethan. "The sun's too harsh, Mr. Smith."

Ethan took the hat, examining it closely. This didn’t look hastily made—it was more refined than store-bought ones.

"You have this kind of skill?" he couldn’t help but praise.

Lucy smiled faintly. "I enjoy little crafts in my free time."

[Damn! That’s insane skill!]

[Who called Lucy just a pretty face? Come out and take the L!]

[That hat is gorgeous—I want one too!]

A second hat was soon finished. When the two stepped out wearing their handmade hats, they ran into Daniel Miller and his group, all drenched in sweat.

"Where’d you get those hats?" Daniel’s eyes gleamed with envy.

Ethan adjusted his brim with a smug grin. "Lucy made them."

"You can do this too, Lucy?" Olivia Davis gasped in amazement.

Lucy nodded warmly. "After we finish today’s task, I’ll make some for all of you."

[LMAO Daniel’s expression is killing me!]

[Ethan’s proud little smirk is adorable!]

[Lucy’s so sweet—I’m officially a fan!]

The pair arrived at a farmhouse where the owner was struggling to package fresh flowers.

"Want to give it a try?" Lucy glanced at Ethan.

He nodded. "Perfect timing."

The farmer eyed them skeptically. "Have you done this before?"

Lucy shook her head, but her hands moved with practiced ease. In moments, she transformed loose blooms into stunning bouquets, her speed astonishing.

"Young lady," the farmer suddenly asked, "do you recognize these flowers?"

The live comments exploded:

[Uh-oh, she’s about to get exposed.]

[No way anyone knows all these varieties.]

But Lucy simply smiled, pointing to the bouquet in her hands. "These are gardenias—the most fragrant." Then she gestured to another. "And those are pansies, perfect for drying."

She identified every flower in the yard with flawless precision, not missing even the rarest ones.

The farmer gaped. "Young lady, come take a look at these..."

(To be continued)