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

Chapter 1588

The evening gown Jackson gave was no small gift, and Yvenne knew she couldn't risk it getting damaged. If it did, there was no way she could afford to cover it.

When Fiona didn't give her the time of day, Yvenne turned up the theatrics, tugging on Fiona's sleeve with a look that could melt ice. "Oh, Fiona, please let me take a peek. I've never even seen a real evening gown before."

She tried to mimic Jackson's way of saying Fiona's name, hoping it would get under her skin.

"Nope," Fiona said flatly, pulling her hand away and calmly finishing her last shrimp. "Playing the helpless act won't work on me."

Yvenne's face fell, not expecting Fiona to be so unyielding.

"Alright then."

Her eyes filled with unshed tears, the kind that usually got her some sympathy. But in a room with only four people left, not a soul stepped in to comfort her.

Nash, not missing a beat, threw in a sarcastic comment, "Fiona, you've got the looks and the figure. I'm sure that gown would look amazing on you. How about you try it on tonight and give Jackson and me a fashion show?"

chimed in, nodding with

agreeable came

fiber of Fiona's being wanted to

"Fine," she finally relented.

can I snap a photo tonight?"

had enough, dropping his chopsticks with a thud, his expression

"Haven't you caused enough

but managing to stay composed. Turning to Jackson and the others, he

Yvenne's arm and

doing? That hurts!" Yvenne cried, tears spilling over from the pain. Normally, her tears would soften Tyler,

"Tyler, how can you treat me like

kept walking until they were far from the restaurant, finally

to, but you better leave

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easy on you," he warned before turning on his heel