Chapter 29

Morning sunlight streamed through the car window, casting a golden glow on Lucy White's delicate profile as she deftly wove strands of straw. The livestream chat exploded with excitement.

[OMG! She actually remembers the way back?]

[Her memory is insane!]

[No way. Waiting for her to mess up.]

Jason Wright tightened his grip on the steering wheel, glancing at her skeptically. "Ms. White, are you sure you remember the route?"

Without looking up, Lucy continued weaving. "Turn left."

The car veered onto a narrow country road. Noah Adams leaned forward curiously. "Ms. White, what are you making?"

"Our secret weapon for selling cherries," she replied with a playful wink.

Ryan Clark, lounging in his seat with a piece of straw between his teeth, smirked. "Let me guess—a straw hat?"

"Wrong." Lucy chuckled as the straw took shape in her hands.

[Ahhh! So excited!]

[Her fingers move so fast!]

[How many hidden talents does she have?!]

Benjamin Harris suddenly pointed ahead. "Hey, isn’t that the crooked tree we passed earlier?"

The group gasped—Lucy’s directions had been flawless.

Lucas Young’s eyes widened. "Ms. White, you actually memorized the whole route?"

"Mhm." She finally looked up. "Take a right up ahead, and we’ll reach town."

Jason’s knuckles whitened around the wheel, disbelief written across his face.

[No freaking way! She did it!]

[What kind of superhuman memory is this?!]

[Bet the haters are crying right now.]

Noah stared in awe at the delicate straw basket forming in Lucy’s hands. "Ms. White, can you teach us?"

"Of course." She slowed her movements. "Watch closely—first, you do this..."

Ryan suddenly spat out his straw and scooted closer. "Let me try."

[LMAO the tsundere act is crumbling!]

[Ryan, your tough-guy image is ruined!]

[Lucy’s charm is too powerful.]

By the time the car rolled into town, Lucy had finished three intricately woven baskets, each adorned with wildflowers.

Noah swallowed hard. "Are we... really using these to sell cherries?"

Lucy grinned mischievously. "No. These are our secret weapons."

[Ohhh! It’s a marketing strategy!]

[Her business sense is next-level.]

[Is there anything this woman can’t do?]

Jason parked and turned to face her. "Ms. White, seriously—what can’t you do?"

Tying a final ribbon on the last basket, Lucy winked. "That’s classified."

[AHHH! That wink killed me!]

[This woman is dangerously charming.]

[Officially a fan now.]

Meanwhile, the livestream viewer count skyrocketed. No one had expected a talent show mentor to captivate the entire audience—armed with nothing but straw and an impeccable memory.