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.”

almost my tum. I need to get ready. Good luck to

part, Carina left,

went on

from Class A

the audience. Many boys

lifted her

and white ballet costume. Her hair fell to her waist, tied only with a

making her look like a fairy from the

perfection. Her flexible

a while

not so much to be dancing as s she

executives nodded and praised continuously from

the VIP seats, a man in a dark blue suit with his hair tied back watched Carina’s waist intently, licking his lips with evident interest “Find out about her

hurried to

the

everyone” Canina bowed and exited the stage, smiling with an unstoppable

it was Class 2’s

their predecessor, Jennifer and her

audience watched

movements were not up to

nothing compelling about their

such a dance? I’m totally

using extreme movements and performances to paint vivid pictures

peers failed to grasp the essence, resorting to superficial performance

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

their dance ended, the applause was sporadic

friends left the

“Please enjoy the next performance by Class

in her voice. The program list had been