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

Bowie couldn't help but get carried away when talking about dance. Realizing he might have gone on a bit too long, he cleared his throat and eagerly said, "Flora, if you have any requests or suggestions, just say the word. We can figure it out together."

Seeing that Flora was still silent, Bowie's tone turned almost pleading: "Flora, after all I've said, you can't still be uninterested, can you?"

Flora finally looked up at Bowie.

Truth be told, fifty million wasn't a big deal to her. She could make that kind of money with a snap of her fingers. Plus, she didn't want to commercialize her dance skills. So, when Samson had called her about this, she turned him down right away.

But...

Watching the little old man who was still going on about dance, Flora saw a genuine love for it in his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Where's the contract?"

and handed it to her. Flora glanced over it

wasn't real. He had been worried he wouldn't be able to convince her, which is why

within three to five business days," Bowie said, his eyes twinkling as he extended an invitation: "Flora, would you be

"Not interested."

immediate.

Not interested?

could you

was a dream come true for so many dancers. Cynthia was one of them. She had always wanted to join and had submitted several applications, but her lack of experience and notable works had led to multiple rejections. Now, the Association was personally reaching out to Flora, and she

her

Flora's genuine disinterest, Bowie felt a twinge of regret but didn't push further. He could tell Flora was someone with

"It's fine if you don't want to join now. If you ever change your mind, just give me a call. The doors of the National