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

When Fiona laid eyes on Tyler, her face softened noticeably. The tension that had been gripping the room started to ease up, and the heavy atmosphere began to

lift.

Tyler's hands were tied with rough rope, his wrists bruised and showing traces of blood. Fiona narrowed her eyes, a sharp gleam flickering in her gaze.

"Now that I've brought him to you, let my granddaughter go," the old man's deep voice echoed with authority.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on Fiona, almost as if he was ready to pounce. But Fiona didn't flinch. Her face was calm as she met his gaze. "I'm taking Tyler out of here."

"No way!" A girl's piercing voice sliced through the air, causing Fiona to wince. She shouted at the old man, "Grandpa, you can't let them leave! If Jules goes with her, I'd rather die."

the people around her with a cool detachment. Her focus remained on the old man-clearly the

What really puzzled her was how such old-school traditions were still kicking around

uncle and aunt had shown up at the school looking for him, they'd dropped plenty

trying to take Jules from me. Hurry before it's

pitifully, but the old

you. But since you barged in so boldly, I'll

help but chuckle inwardly at the

smile shone bright and sunny. "I'm not here to chit-chat. I came to take Tyler. If I can't, then

like a banshee, "You little brat, you've got some nerve! You think a few years of schooling makes

rolling her eyes. After

it'll be hard to catch him