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

Jane was completely caught off guard, drenched from head to toe by the bucket of water. Her sheets and blankets were so soaked they could practically drip.

After dousing her, Fiona simply turned and walked away, not even bothering to say a word.

Amy stood there, dumbstruck. She'd never seen anyone handle such a big bucket of water with such ease. It was nothing short of impressive!

Her bag of chips tumbled to the floor as her eyes stayed glued to Fiona. To her, Fiona was like a warrior goddess reincarnated. If she were Jane, she'd be furious, maybe even scared.

"Fiona, you're incredible!" Amy quickly set down her snacks and rushed to the window near Fiona's bed, leaning against the frame. "You really went for it! I love your style, Fiona."

Her words were cut off by Jane's scream as she finally snapped back to reality. She yanked open the curtains, shouting angrily, "Fiona, have you lost your mind?" Jane was about to explode. She was drenched, and the smell was horrendous. The water Fiona had dumped on her must have been from the cleaning bucket! "Fiona, why did you pour a bucket of water on me?" Jane frantically grabbed tissues, trying to wipe off the filth. The stench was becoming unbearable.

It was enough to make her gag. This witch!

"An eye for an eye," Fiona said coolly, her face devoid of emotion.

Jane again, focusing on packing her things to crash at her

causing more drama with Jane this late. She'd rather get a decent night's

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indifferent Fiona

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her to this point; she was on the brink of a

you used dirty water from

paused her packing, thinking for

just grabbed it

"Oh, it was convenient."