Jenna Roland's stall was swarmed with customers. Ethan Roscente stood there like a living advertisement.

Women lined up to buy clothes, but their eyes remained glued to Ethan.

Cash fluttered into the money box like snowflakes.

Three stalls away, Lily Evans gripped her clothing rack tightly. Her nails dug into her palms as she glared at Jenna's back.

Ever since Jenna arrived on this street, Lily's business had collapsed. The prime spot at the intersection now belonged to that little vixen. Worst of all, that man's presence had lured away her last few customers.

"Homewrecker!" Lily spat viciously.

Tanya Hill had noticed Lily's venomous stare. During a lull, she tugged Jenna's sleeve.

"Be careful, dear," Tanya whispered. "That dress seller looks ready to murder you."

Jenna glanced at Lily and shrugged. "Let her stare."

"You stubborn girl!" Tanya clapped her thighs in frustration. "Jealousy drives people mad!"

Jenna flashed her a sweet smile before bouncing over to Ethan. "What do you want for lunch? My treat!"

Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting golden flecks on Ethan's lashes as his eyes crinkled with amusement.

"Whatever you make," he said tenderly. "Street food isn't hygienic."

Jenna checked her phone. "Should I go buy groceries now?"

"Mhm." Ethan stood to help pack up the stall. "I'll watch things here."

As the e-tricycle puttered away, Tanya teased, "Little Jenna can cook?"

Ethan's lips curved unconsciously. "She's full of surprises."

Remembering his initial misconceptions about Jenna, he now found them laughable. The image of her bustling in the kitchen, ponytail swaying, had gradually etched itself into his heart.

Grandma Blanche was right—this girl was an uncut gem.