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

She'd asked Tyler about it, too, but he just shrugged and swore he didn't have a clue.

If even Tyler was in the dark, then this whole thing was seriously weird.

"If you don't want to talk about it, fine." Jane took a steadying breath and shifted her attention to the competition stage. "Right now, Team M is way ahead of the other four teams. They don't even look nervous-like they already know exactly what every question's going to be. And somehow, they always buzz in first, every single time."

Fiona had noticed it, too. But she could tell those Team M contestants really were talented.

International Glam had been around for over a decade, rising from total obscurity to being the hottest name in the industry, but even so, it was tough to compete with these veteran designers.

Plus, Country M was famous for its design schools. These people just understood design concepts and theory on a whole different level.

"You're up next round," Fiona said.

Jane blinked in surprise. The next round was the design blueprint challenge.

"I thought I was on for round three?" she asked, confused.

"You'll go in for round two. I'll handle round three-❞ Fiona started, but didn't finish. Suddenly, two of their teammates doubled over, clutching their stomachs, faces pale as paper, and bolted off the stage like their lives depended on it.

Fiona immediately sensed something was off. She turned to Jean. "What happened?"

know. They seemed off as soon as

not feeling well, too?" Fiona nodded toward another teammate still up on stage. Jean nodded

the organizers set up. Then we

nodded along. "Yeah, when I went to get them in their rooms, the other three had already gone to the restaurant. Only Jean and I skipped breakfast because we didn't have

frowned. But the organizers' food should've

there were tons of people leaving the restaurant, so it can't

didn't seem like the organizers would pull

anything

didn't even have

stranger by

sick contestants came back from the restroom, still looking

sorry. We think it's just a bit

and kept her tone calm. "Let me see your

held them out

pressed her fingers to their wrists, feeling for their pulses. Weak and thready. Definitely

come to my room-I have medicine

"Thank you, Mr. Connor."

had no idea what

really