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 quickly

by how readily Flora agreed, and for a moment, he felt like it wasn't real. He had been worried he wouldn't be able to convince her, which is why he had roped in Samson to

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

"Not interested."

was immediate.

Not interested?

you not be

of them. She had always wanted to join and had submitted several applications, but her

felt like her

twinge of regret but didn't push further. He could tell Flora was someone with a strong will, and

in the kindest, most amiable tone, "It's fine if you don't want to