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

In a typical race, it's all about speed, but Flora was something else entirely. Every move she made was the picture of elegance, like she'd choreographed each curve to perfection. Yet, despite the grace, she was blazing fast! It was almost like she was putting on a show, playing around on the track. The word "playing" made everyone smirk, unable to help themselves.

"Ms. Flora is truly something else..." gasped an assistant from the stands, mouth agape in disbelief.

Joe glanced up at him, "Told you, mate, you're missing the obvious."

...

Luke's hands shook on the steering wheel, his face drained of color, his earlier cockiness vanished. Impossible. How could Flora, that infuriating woman, have such insane racing skills? Wasn't she supposed to be studying medicine? He forced himself to calm down. No matter how skilled Flora was, it was too late. She was a full lap behind! He was just half a lap from the finish.

Surely, there was no way she could catch up now?

With that thought, Luke slammed his foot down on the gas. At that very moment-

He heard the roar of a car engine behind him.

Horrified, he checked the rearview mirror as the car closed in, pulling up alongside him.

Flora whistled.

She stuck her hand out the window, gave a thumbs-up, then flipped it down. She casually waved it.

Luke's eyes burned with fury, "Flora, you—"

Before he could finish, Flora's car shot forward.

Luke was left choking on her dust!

go, go,

""Flora!!!"

from cheering, watching as Flora's

Flora's car stopped, half a meter from

casually stepped out of

Everyone: "???"

No way!

of gutsy move is

there, why stop now? Drive, Flora,

about to catch

didn't get back in, she'd miss

car was closing in, and the crowd held their breath,

broke into a

he

.

believe

so close to the finish

thrilled!

ет

was

then Flora pulled this

elite families felt a pang

disappointment mixed with regretet