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

This time, though, if the Kidd family couldn't give a real explanation, there was no way things would just blow over.

Fiona hadn't come by last night-she'd waited until morning out of respect for Jane. On both personal and proper grounds, the Kidds couldn't afford to treat her carelessly now.

"Someone, bring the tea," Mrs. Kidd said stiffly.

Fiona slid smoothly into a chair, tugging a confused Jane down beside her before she could even ask what was going on.

"I love this rose," Fiona said, plucking the flower and tucking it into Jane's hair, arranging it gently.

She didn't rush to speak, just waited, letting the tension build, curious to see who would break first.

Eventually, the old Mrs. Kidd-unable to handle the pressure-finally snapped. But instead of addressing Fiona, her sharp gaze landed on Carson.

voice was shaky with both age and anger as she

from two broken fingers, and if Mrs. Kidd found out he'd been out partying, blowing half a million at the club, she'd probably kill him herself. She'd never liked him anyway; she was always looking for an excuse to kick him

truth. He bit his lip until it hurt, refusing to say a word,

lips curled into a cold, almost mocking smile. "If Mr. Kidd doesn't want to talk, maybe I should help him

"There's a young, beautiful designer at International Glam named Anna Two nights ago at Golden Glow, she was there for a friend's birthday. On her way to the bathroom, she was drugged. The club staff helped cover it up-they dragged her off. She was assaulted for an entire day and night,

voice was tight with fury, her eyes growing redder as

so innocent. She never

found Anna behind International Glam, lying by a dumpster her clothes torn, bruises everywhere, completely

tried to take

advantage of her."

this, Fiona suddenly seemed eerily calm, as if her earlier anger had just