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

The little girl huddled back in fear, her wide, glistening eyes staring up at Flora with a mix of innocence and trepidation.

Flora didn't let her guard down, her gaze hardening as she kept a firm grip on the girl's hand.

"Who are you, really?"

Jason had stationed a heavy guard detail around the room; there were at least twenty bodyguards outside. So, how did this little girl manage to slip in? It was baffling.

"Please, don't hurt me! Don't throw me into the sea! I'm sorry, I won't sneak any more treats, I promise..."

The girl, clearly terrified by Flora's icy tone, burst into loud sobs, wrenching her hand free from Flora's grip.

Flora, now nursing her tingling hand, was shocked.

This kid was surprisingly strong!

Flora prided herself on her own physical strength, but this girl's power was astonishing! And she was only five years old!

Everything about this little girl was strange.

But the girl had no clue what Flora was thinking; she just kept crying, convinced that Flora was a terrifying figure who had beaten up so many people and had them thrown into the sea. She didn't want to suffer the same fate.

Flora, what's going

outside, burst

on the floor, kicking her legs

on earth was

"Stop crying."

a mix of annoyance and a softening heart, realized she might

a stern tone: "If you keep crying, I really

sobs turning silent as she looked up at Flora

seemed to say, look, I've stopped crying, please don't throw

adorable, and Flora felt her heart melting a little. But recalling the girl's oddity, she steeled herself again. "Don't sit on the floor, get up." The girl, clearly frightened, timidly pushed

tell me, what's your name, and why are

pointed her chubby little finger at a plate

here

"They smell

as if to say, getting caught

you alone? How did you

"I-I just walked in."

those bodyguards outside, you, a little girl, just walked