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

Orla snorted to herself, thinking, "Let's see how long you can keep your cool!"

"The competitors can now check their equipment to make sure everything's in order. Once the contest starts, no replacements will be allowed," the host announced, his eyes lingering on Flora.

His look was as clear as day: "Honey, if you have any issues, just let me know, and I'll sort it out for you."

Being a professor at the University of Maple Grove, it was no surprise he was biased towards Flora.

"I'm good," Flora drawled, sounding completely relaxed.

"I'm fine too," Orla quickly chimed in.

"Alright, then-"

"Let's get this started!"

As soon as the competition bell rang, Orla grabbed the scalpel and suture thread. She began stitching an egg with meticulous precision. This demanded her full attention!

On the operating table, she was like a different person-earnest and devout, none of her usual pretense that people found so annoying.

Orla stitched with patient, steady hands. She had done countless mock surgeries before, so this was second nature to her. Still, in the heat of the competition, she couldn't afford to slack off. She aimed for perfection.

No room for mistakes!

one egg, she couldn't

Orla's intense focus, Flora seemed like she was in another

in her chair, looking like she

isn't she doing

then it

be that Flora doesn't know how and decided to give up to avoid embarrassing herself with poor

thought made Orla scoff again. Her teachers and senior classmates were overthinking it; Flora wasn't that

refocused on her

frantic. Orla was almost done

Time was running out!

looked puzzled but wasn't worried.

the audience, Connor

girl, always playing her

while Flora remained as calm as ever,

Come on, please! Just do

going to lose if you

whole room was

understood the meaning of being more anxious than those directly

could Flora