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

had claimed. He believed

things bottled up forever wasn't the best idea. So,

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 by her slightly

pick up Fiona.

she feeling alright?" Jackson asked, nodding

out the door, worried she'd spill

Jasmine and I have some errands to

didn't give Jackson

unceremoniously shoved into the car, shot Fiona

never seen you so

Jasmine teased a hint of disbelief in