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

In high spirits, Jasmine sipped her fruit tea, her eyes casually settling on Fiona, who was lounging comfortably on the sofa, waving a hand as she directed the waiter.

"What are you just standing there for? Go lend a hand, would you?"

The waiter hesitated, clearly recognizing Jasmine's status. While she didn't know who Fiona was, anyone hanging out with Jasmine had to be someone important. Jasmine had zero patience for such sluggishness. Her demeanor turned frosty as she slammed her teacup down on the coffee table, glaring at the group. "What's going on here? Are you disrespecting me, or is it just standard practice for your store to push its customers around?"

The waiter quickly approached, leaning in to whisper to Jasmine, "Ms. Bryant, it's not that we're unwilling to let the lady try on the dress. It's just that Ms. Jane already reserved it, and our hands are tied."

Hearing this, Jasmine's expression grew even colder, her displeasure evident. "Why didn't you mention this earlier?"

She shot a sharp look at the waiter. If she'd known Jane had reserved the dress, she wouldn't have let Fiona try it on; the very thought was aggravating.

out something else. This dress is spoken for by Jane. It's not cool to take someone

of it. She nodded, allowing Jasmine to reclaim the dress. While she admired its look, it wasn't worth

help you find another style, something even better!" Jasmine casually tossed

options, they nearly bumped into

caught wind of their voices from the entrance, and the

when you walked in? Hilarious," Jane scoffed, strutting

engage, though the

demeanor stayed cool, her

letting just anyone walk in these days? And then they have the nerve to mess with my custom order.