Here comes Lucy, a creature who deems peace a personal insult! Let her roam freely for a day, and she will turn the most uneventful household into a live broadcast of human suffering. Whether mischief runs through her veins or she simply derives incalculable joy from watching everybody around her descend into madness remains a mystery. Forging a bond with this breathing disaster, therefore, calls for nerves of steel and a patience that could rival a saint’s. Should anyone ever establish an institution dedicated to recognizing professional nuisances, Lucy would undoubtedly be its most prestigious graduate! The greatest irony lies in how her face looks downright angelic, entirely at odds with the criminal record her antics ought to have earned her. Picture her leaving a certain person on the verge of a spectacular meltdown, only to giggle with the innocence of a child who has just donated her entire piggy bank to charity. Terrible, I know. Evidence could be presented before her very eyes, witnesses could testify against her, and she would still have the audacity to look bewildered. However, taking Lucy out of the equation would leave a void in her absence. For all the exasperation she causes, she possesses an ability to breathe life into the dullest hours. So, what exactly is Lucy? True to form, she is a mischievous little terror wrapped in a precious exterior. 🥰