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

"Holy crap, did I just see that right? That girl actually knows how to check someone's pulse."

"No way. Isn't that something only those old-school alternative medicine types do? She's just a kid!"

"Austenberg's about to blow up!"

Usually, only serious med geeks could pull off that kind of pulse-checking. But this was a global design competition, and a ton of med students were tuning in to the livestream.

The second Fiona started, everyone watching basically lost it.

What even was going on?

That technique was super rare.

The chat was going wild. People were freaking out over Fiona's pulse-check, some even screen recording it to send to their professors or group chats. There were clips flying around, some being sent to students, and a few med school teachers even paused their classes just to show the video and talk about what she was doing.

And through it all, Fiona stayed totally clueless.

"Make sure you all get some rest for tomorrow's round. If you're not feeling well, come find me," Mr. Connor reminded them.

"We got it, Mr. Connor," the team answered.

Fiona nodded, but noticed the cameras were sticking on their group way longer than anyone else's.

She blinked, a little lost, as the camera crew kept circling back to them, switching up angles. Was it because they'd been too loud?

shrugged it

cameraman wasn't even

this is weird?" Jane leaned in, whispering, "Why do they keep pointing the camera

anything,

center stage wasn't her

she's gorgeous! I can't

being insanely good-looking a requirement for designers

can she design, she can do

to know about her in the next ten

ridiculous, with more and

there was drama, the

filming Jackson!" Jane guessed,

it made

talented and

No one

zooming

watch the competition," Fiona said

quiet, but Jane heard

The chat exploded again.

"She spoke!"