CHAPTER 126

EDEN POV

I bit back the groan from escaping my lips after countless needles pierced my hands. I sighed knowing for a fact that I hated sewing with Scott's mother but I couldn't say no to her, my hands had always had more holes than the fabric itself.

Sewing wasn't exactly my strong suit, and Scott's mother was well aware of that. Yet, I found myself in her cozy living room, surrounded by various fabrics and patterns, with her patient guidance as she tried to teach me the art of sewing.

I glanced around looking at the faces of the oldies around. I honestly knew the sewing wasn't that bad. I would have left but these old women knew so much interesting and mouth watering gossip, they knew all the trendy gossip about everyone and anyone.

Amid the rhythmic sound of needles piercing through fabric and the soft rustling of materials, I couldn't help but be drawn into the conversation among the older women in the room. Their voices carried an air of familiarity, and it was evident that they