Adelaide's POV
While packing, a new Omega rummaged through the box and found a stack of hand-knitted items. Unfolding one, she laughed. "This knitting's all over the place. Why's it here?"
Ivy lunged, snatched the fabric, and stuffed it back, hissing, "Put it back!"
Intrigued, I pulled out a scarf—a "checkerboard" with wavy horizontal stripes and inconsistently thick vertical ones. A "striped hat" was worse, with garish colors and loose stitches revealing the scalp.
The rest were even worse, riddled with holes and frayed edges.
"Whose 'masterpiece' is this?" I chuckled.
Ivy shot me a meaningful glance.
My fingers froze mid-air as I dropped the scarf. "Did I… knit these?"
Ivy snorted, "As a kid, you pestered Luna Airella to teach you knitting. After a month of lessons, you made thes
