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

"Then just leave."

The tension in the air was thick, like a storm was about to break.

Flora cleared her throat and said, "Connor, I haven't eaten yet. I'm starving."

Connor's voice softened, "Let me check the fridge. How about I whip up something for you?"

Flora smiled and nodded, "That sounds wonderful."

"Ray, come with me."

Connor grabbed Ray and headed downstairs.

Ray followed reluctantly, and as they reached the door, he couldn't help but turn his head, "Aisha, keep playing your games."

Feeling a bit better after that jab, he followed Connor to the kitchen.

Leaning against the doorframe, he watched Connor expertly tie an apron and start pulling out ingredients. Frowning, Ray said, "Don't spoil Flora too much, or she'll walk all over you."

Connor shot him a sideways glance, "Just because you're unhappy doesn't mean you should mess with my relationship with Flora."

you'd be

this garlic." Connor handed

don't know how," Ray said, his

Connor: "..."

...

Upstairs, in the room.

Aisha were having a light

talkative, but their conversation flowed easily

buzzed, and she frowned slightly as she read

laptop from the nightstand

hiding it from Flora, Flora peeked

screen was a robot

errors, Aisha began searching through the code line

Aisha made corrections, raising an eyebrow, "Did you make

and uncle have been undermining me. This program is my chance to turn things

founded by my parents, mostly for charitable work. But after my aunt and uncle took over, they've been ruthless in their pursuit of profit, completely betraying my parents' original vision. I can't just sit by and do

and this program is supposed to be presented in front of everyone. But there are still parts I'm not satisfied with, and I can't seem to figure out how to improve them.

Flora's background was in medicine, not computer