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

Upon stepping into the bustling room, Selene felt a bit overwhelmed by the crowd. Her eyes scanned the faces until they landed on Flora, and she headed straight for her.

Kruz, who was sitting next to Flora, graciously offered his seat to Selene. After all, both women weren't too familiar with the others, and Selene felt more comfortable sitting with Flora. Handing her the menu, Kruz smiled and said, "Here you go. We've already ordered, but pick anything you like. Don't be shy."

Selene, not one to be overly formal, took the menu and chose a few of her favorite dishes.

"Flora, how about we hit the race track again today? I'll bring out my new car. It's got a top-of-the-line engine that's sure to impress," Adrian eagerly suggested, with the others quickly chiming in.

"Yeah, Flora, once you're done here, let's go for a spin. How about you ride with me this time? Maybe you can give me some pointers," another added with a chuckle.

"Would you all shut up? Do you think Flora isn't exhausted after a whole day of exams?" Kruz scolded them. "Forget about racing. I'll take her home myself."

"Mr. Kruz, didn't your mom confiscate your car? And now you're stopping us from having fun? That's not very fair."

"Ha, Mr. Kruz, that hit where it hurts, buddy."

Flora listened to their banter, a small smile playing on her lips, while Selene could hardly believe the scene unfolding before her.

These young men were heirs from prestigious families on Lone Island. Mr. Atticus had once bent over backward trying to win their favor, without so much as getting a chance to meet them. Yet here she was, dining with them. What surprised her even more was their demeanor around Flora. These distinguished young heirs acted like affectionate kittens vying for attention in her presence.

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Flora and Selene

had just dropped them off when he received a call from

woman left

"You mean Flora."

I supposed to call someone who slept through the exam 'Flora'? Impossible!" Ethan snorted coldly on the

through the exam was not only irresponsible to herself but also

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refused Kruz's invitation to dine with them. Dragging

he muttered in disbelief. Flora was even weaker than he had imagined. "Kruz, let me tell you, I

impression couldn't

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strode into the medical competition organizers' backstage

staff greeted her respectfully, "Ms.

hummed in acknowledgment and inquired, "Have the

results are in

"Show me," she demanded.

aside, allowing

the last place. I