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?"

excitedly pulled the contract from his briefcase and handed it to her. Flora glanced over it quickly

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

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

"Not interested."

immediate. Cynthia

Not interested?

could you

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

felt like her

further. He could tell Flora was someone with a strong will, and he didn't want to annoy

his throat and spoke in the kindest, most amiable tone, "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 Dance Association will