Chapter 30

"Ugh, why are these vines so stubborn!" Lucas Young fumbled with the tangled strands, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Lucy White chuckled softly. "Take your time." Her slender fingers wove through the vines with effortless grace.

Benjamin Harris stared at his lopsided half-finished basket and groaned. "Miss White, why does mine look like a crooked tree?"

Noah Adams burst out laughing. "Mine's no better—it resembles a squashed mushroom."

The livestream comments exploded:

[LMAO this isn't basket-weaving, it's abstract art!]

[Noah's mushroom comparison is spot-on, I'm dying!]

[Lucy's hands are magic. The contrast is brutal.]

Lucy patiently guided each of them. "Lucas, pull this tighter. Benjamin, adjust the angle here."

Suddenly, the car hit a bump, sending Noah's half-finished basket flying.

"My basket!" He lunged forward with a dramatic wail.

Jason Wright slammed the brakes, exasperated. "You guys are performing acrobatics now?"

Lucy caught the airborne "art piece" with lightning reflexes, barely suppressing a laugh. "Seatbelts first, weaving later."

[I can't breathe, this is too funny!]

[This moment will live in my mind rent-free.]

[Lucy's reflexes are insane!]

Once back on the road, the group focused seriously on weaving. Gradually, their misshapen baskets began taking form.

"Oh my god, I actually made one!" Lucas held up his creation, beaming like a child.

Benjamin rubbed his chin. "It's ugly, but at least it holds things."

Noah suddenly grinned. "Let's name them! Mine's 'Abstract Art Basket.'"

Lucy played along. "Then mine should be 'Soullessly Perfect Basket.'"

[Lucy's comedic timing is gold!]

[This group's chemistry is everything.]

[This is what reality shows should be like!]

Jason gasped. "We're here!" He stared at the GPS in disbelief. "Miss White, you didn't miss a single turn!"

Lucy blinked innocently. "Did you doubt me?"

"I'm officially impressed," Jason admitted, giving a thumbs-up. "Your memory is unreal."

The comments went wild:

[I counted—eleven forks in the road!]

[Does Lucy have a built-in GPS?]

[Where are the haters now? Who said she'd get lost?]

The production crew waited at the town entrance. The director raised an eyebrow as Lucy's team arrived first. "You didn't take one wrong turn?"

Lucy lifted her chin proudly. "Of course not."

The director handed them four cards. "Congratulations on earning first pick."

Instead of deciding alone, Lucy turned to her team. "Where should we choose?"

Ryan Clark blurted, "People call Miss White bossy? What nonsense!"

[Ryan speaks his mind, LOL!]

[This guy has no filter, I love it.]

[But he's right though.]

They unanimously picked the busiest square downtown. Just as they finalized their choice, Ethan Smith's team pulled up behind them.

"Seems we chose the right people to follow," Ethan said, his gaze lingering on Lucy.

She smiled back. "Looking forward to working together."

[Ethan's eyes when he looks at Lucy—]

[This ship has sailed!]

[Smart move, Ethan. Never let go of that advantage.]

Lily Green's team arrived third. Her smile stiffened upon seeing the prime location taken.

"Let's pick the open market," she told Michael Johnson, forcing cheerfulness.

Michael watched Lucy and Ethan walk away, a sour taste in his mouth. "Yeah."

Later arrivals gasped upon hearing Lucy navigated flawlessly.

Daniel Miller slapped his thigh. "I'm sticking to Lucy like glue tomorrow!"

Robert Lee nodded vigorously. "Same!"

William Jones groaned. "Should've followed Ethan's lead this morning!"

[Everyone's a Lucy fan now!]

[Ethan: Too late, she's mine.]

[The turnaround is delicious.]

Meanwhile, Lucy and her team reached the bustling square, ready to begin their "business venture."

"Ready?" She scanned the group, eyes sparkling with confidence.

"Ready!" they chorused.

Viewers eagerly typed:

[Go go go! Show us how it's done!]

[This is the ultimate sales dream team.]

[With Ethan and Lucy together, who can compete?]