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

Chapter 41

In the blink of an eye, New Year’s Eve arrived.

The entire school was buzzing with excitement, and under the guidance of their teachers, the students carried their little stools to the schoolyard to sit.

The school distributed glow sticks to every student to set the festive mood

The first performance was a poetry reading, which nearly put everyone to sleep.

Backstage was a hive of activity.

Jennifer and the girls from Class Z were particularly anxious. Luck was not on their side as they drew the third–to–last slot. To make matters worse, they were scheduled right after Carina.

Canna had been a dancer since childhood, excelling particularly in ballet. Following her performance, comparisons were inevitable. “Jennifer.” A gentle voice called out, and Carina approached them slowly.

She was dressed in a blue and white ballet costume, with the hem of her skirt fluttering gently with her movements, reminiscent of gentle waves brushing softly against the heart.

She appeared ethereal, pure, and otherworldly.

Every smile and frown was perfectly placed, and although it seemed a bit deliberate, there was no denying her breathtaking beauty.

“How are you all prepared?” she asked with concem.

Jennifer replied disheartenedly. “We’re all set, but definitely not as graceful as your dance, Carina.”

“Don’t say that. You’re also great,” Carina said. “I saw the program list and it says all the girls from Clase Z will perform together. Why isn’t Flora here?”

“Why bring her up, Carina? Bad luck,” Jennifer said imitably at the mention of Flore. “She can’t dance, so she didn’t join. I really don’t get what’s so special about her. These days, people in our class almost worship her, just because her grades are slightly better.” Carina still smiled, “if she can’t dance, it’s probably for the best she’s not on stage. Today’s event is quite significant. If Flora w stage and couldn’t dance, it would surely upset the school executives, maybe even result in a major reprimand.”

it’s almost my tum. I need to get

part, Carina left,

went on

from Class

from the audience. Many

lifted her

in her blue and white ballet costume. Her hair fell to her waist,

her look like a

bent, executing each movement to perfection. Her flexible body seemed boneless, captivating the

watched for a while before lowering her

was beautiful, yes, but soulless. To her, Carina seemed not so much to be dancing

executives nodded and

blue suit with his hair tied back watched Carina’s

assistant hurried to

the crowd cheered even

and exited the

it was Class

their predecessor, Jennifer and

audience watched

their movements were not up to standard or particularly

respects, there was nothing compelling about

dance? I’m totally lost.” Dana scmiched his head,

a deep, soulful conversation, using extreme movements and performances to paint vivid pictures in the audience’s minds, making them feel as if they were part of

peers failed to grasp the essence, resorting to superficial performance moves, which is why the audience was

why Flora had initially argued that they were ill–suited for

dance ended, the applause was sporadic

friends left the stage with tears in their

host returned to the stage, continuing. “Please enjoy the

voice. The