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

"Alright."

Fiona finally caved, and as Jasmine ended the call, she exhaled deeply, feeling like she had just dodged a major bullet. Fiona's threats were nothing to scoff at; Jasmine wasn't about to gamble with her hard-earned achievements.

Jasmine was competent in many aspects, but taking care of herself wasn't one of them. She tended to throw on whatever clothes caught her eye, not bothering with what others might think.

But, to be fair, Fiona could pull off any outfit with her stunning figure and flawless face that could make anyone's heart skip a beat.

After the call, Fiona, feeling a bit restless, headed downstairs for a drink. As she opened the door, she heard the shower running in the bathroom beside the study on the second floor. The light was on, so she tiptoed over. Peeking through the frosted glass, she couldn't see who was inside, but she could hear someone murmuring.

That voice...

Jackson!

Taking yet another cold shower!

smile played on her lips, and her face lit up with

wasn't as uninterested in taking things further as he had claimed. He believed that the

point. Jackson was human, and keeping things bottled up forever wasn't the best idea. So, Fiona figured it was

deep affection. With that comforting thought, Fiona tiptoed back to her room, completely forgetting why she'd gone out, and enjoyed a peaceful sleep, reassured that Jackson's feelings weren't put off

next morning, Jasmine swung by to pick up Fiona. Jackson

alright?" Jackson asked,

hurried Jasmine out the door,

Jasmine and I have some errands to run. We'll be back

Jackson

into the car, shot Fiona

never seen

a thief," Jasmine teased