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

Fiona shot her a blank, innocent look, then narrowed her eyes and let out a laugh.

"I don't even know you. What could I possibly be up to?"

If you want to take someone down, you can't really hide that kind of energy.

Seriously, if you're here to eat, just eat. Why bring all this drama to the table? Does she think the world revolves around her? That everyone's just here to cater to her every whim?

"With that attitude, it's no wonder someone on your team got poisoned. Honestly, you all deserve to miss out on first place."

Fiona set her chopsticks down, her patience wearing thin. She'd just wanted a peaceful meal—when did this place turn into a stage for clowns?

It was honestly ridiculous.

we get first place or not?" Fiona replied, her

even a hint of anger in her eyes-just a calm, knowing smile

committed to fairness and transparency-l promise you, nothing like that would ever

M frowned, clearly confused about why the organizers

for Amy's supposed connections. They weren't worth much after all. "Seems like Country M already thinks first place is theirs," Fiona commented. "Of course. Country M has real strength-unlike some people. We're here to win." The message was clear: everyone else was just background noise. Amy's face turned stiff with embarrassment, but

hearing them talk like that only made her more resentful. It was obvious

exactly the

of the scores? International Glam and Country M are tied

didn't bother mentioning the Gregory family-they were dead last anyway, not worth bringing

her pride. Now, with Country M rubbing it