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....