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

"Ms. Aisha, it turns out this whole mess has nothing to do with my sister. You owe her an apology."

Henrik's voice was calm but firm, leaving no room for argument.

"Why waste time explaining? When something important goes missing, just call the police," Rafael chimed in, his tone laced with arrogance.

Honestly, he thought Aisha was digging her own grave. Of all people to mess with, she chose Flora.

Aisha's smile faltered. Call the police? A celebrity getting involved with the cops would be a field day for the tabloids. She wanted to ruin Flora's reputation, not her own.

"Yes, let's get the police involved," Henrik agreed, picking up his phone and dialing.

The crowd was stunned. No one expected them to actually call the cops.

Seeing Henrik about to make the call, Aisha panicked. "Wait!"

Henrik held his phone, his finger hovering over the keypad, and gave her a cool look. "Ms. Aisha, feeling guilty?"

and the others here, she seemed to back down, and the mention

a special relationship, and you're targeting me

her shoulders

her performance. A true white lotus, Aisha's acting was impeccable, a testament to

few words, Aisha had deflected the issue

deal with Rafael and Ms.

"Are they a couple?"

small company? Rafael, a top actor, worked with them without hesitation.

crowd seized on Aisha's insinuation, whispering excitedly. Rafael and Flora's relationship was far more interesting than a

smirked, casually draping an arm over Flora's shoulder, his smile roguish. "Though, I'd love to be what you're suggesting with Ms. Flora. How about it, Flora?

at his repeated use of 'Ms. Flora.' She gave him a withering look and elbowed him in the

winced, looking hurt. "Flora,

laughed and

Disgusting.