Eden’s Point of View

“You’re quite good at this,” Madam Jacinta complimented my vase work. Her eyes sparkled as she studied it. “Your arrangement is so good, it doesn’t look like you’re an amateur who came here two days ago.”

The elderly woman wasn’t shy about giving out compliments. I tilted the straw hat, wiped the sweat that trickled down my temple with the back of my wrist, grinning with appreciation.

“Thank you.” My cheeks burned red at the compliment; she ...