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

Neither of them bothered about Jane's situation. They were too busy watching Fiona leave, eyes sparkling with admiration. Right then and there, they decided Fiona was their new idol.

"Fiona's word is gospel," one of them whispered in awe. "Whatever she says goes."

"Absolutely, even when she fights, she's unbeatable," another chimed in.

"Shut it, both of you!" Jane shouted from where she sat on the floor. A faint red mark was visible on her neck, and her face was flushed from struggling to breathe. She was drenched, filthy, and reeked of something unpleasant. Fiona had shoved her so hard that her stomach hit the corner of the desk, causing excruciating pain, and she'd banged her knees against the bed frame, making it nearly impossible to stand up.

That Fiona, Jane fumed internally, she's a real piece of work. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be in this state.

A small crowd had gathered at the dorm entrance, the door wide open. Jane sat there, humiliated and stinking, the object of everyone's mockery.

They heard most of the commotion from the hallway. After all, how soundproof could a dorm really be? And with Jane's booming voice, it was impossible to ignore unless you were stone deaf.

Jane noticed their odd looks and was fuming. She yelled towards the door, "Shut it!"

waste any more words on them. She sniffed herself, her stomach turning from the lingering odor. She rushed to the bathroom, scrubbing herself over and over, using every perfume and scented oil she had. No matter what she

enemy of Fiona, and

her apartment. It was her first day at university, and

Bryant family home. Though they called it an apartment,

location so much that she invested heavily to buy

bedrooms and a spacious

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