Clover never had to chase luck—it followed her like a loyal shadow. From the moment she could walk, things just fell into place. If there was a game to be played, she won. If something was lost, she found it. If a risk was taken, the odds landed in her favor. She never questioned it, only embraced it. Her favorite color was green, her favorite holiday was St. Patrick’s Day, and she kept a collection of lucky charms—some passed down, others stumbled upon in the most unexpected places. While others planned and worried, Clover simply trusted that things would always work out in the end.