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?"

briefcase and handed it to her. Flora glanced over it quickly

for a moment, he felt like it wasn't real. He had been worried he wouldn't be able to convince

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

"Not interested."

was immediate. Cynthia

Not interested?

could you not be

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

like her heart was

Flora's genuine disinterest, Bowie felt a twinge of regret but didn't push further. He could tell Flora was someone with a strong will, and he didn't want to annoy her by being

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 Dance Association will always be