Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Chapter 13

“The jersey you’re wearing. I had it custom–made by a designer for $7,000

“The wristband, I bought it, $900

“The watch, also my purchase, $19,000”

“Those shoes on your feet, I bought them for $10,000

Flora stated the facts calmly, and as she listed the figures one by one, the room erupted in astonishment

Goodness, a jersey for $7,000 Shoes for $10,000!

Every guy in the room was intergally roaring.

‘Hey, Flora, are you in need of a boyfriend?‘

We can do it! We really can!

As Florn went down the list, Aaron’s face tumed as red as a beet. “Flors, have you had enough?

“Even the underwear you’re wearing. I bought that too.”

Flora chuckled, “What on you wasn’t bought by me? Without me, with your dismal grades, do you think you could have gotten into Westbrook High School? For the past two years, I’ve been taking care of your every need. I’ve spent no less than $700,000 on you”

Everyone looked at Aaron with a nuanced expression. It turned out he was a trophy boy.

money wasn’t really a big deal since Flora was willing to spend it on him. However, Aaron was living off Flors

That

was crossing

glances were sharp as blades, stinging Aaron His

to drag her, but

live off my dime, yet you look down on me. Just in bank transfers alone, I’ve sent you over

is just too filthy.

away

came from a poor rural background. When Flora first saw him, he was wearing a faded blue shirt and yellowed canvas

easy to adapt from frugality to luxury

Aaron could never go back. His bad karma was

cafeteria, Flora returned

the school, but Flora, from her previous life, didn’t get along with her family. Also, to be closer to Aaron, she insisted on

school prepared a single dorm room just for

covered in dust. After cleaning them, she sat down

never touched a book before, was now seen reading

ended.

speed, breezing through several

at a loss seeing her, reading ‘ke that wouldn’t likely lodge knowledge in her brain. They thought it better she read books than play all day,

a photographic memory, Humanities were not a problem for her, but

think of Connor. She was wondering what he was up

sure to highlight the pile of books in the background. After editing the photo for about twenty minutes, she was quite

so tiring. Studying is so

the other end, Connor held his phone, looking

leaning on her desk, wearing pajamas, makeup–free. Her eyes were red,

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