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

Jackson. That name-so familiar, so close.

Fiona gave a little self-mocking smile.

"Yeah, Mr. Woods and I have been done for ages. People move on, right? We've both found our own paths."

Her words sounded breezy, and her face was all cool indifference. But her grip on her phone was tight enough to turn her knuckles white as she racked up kill after kill in her mobile game.

She never held back, not in life and definitely not in-game. She snatched up a rifle and went on an unstoppable rampage, mowing down everyone in her way.

Across the table, Jane's mood soured with every word out of Amy's mouth. Seriously? Amy had zero shame-still poking at Fiona's scars, as if she enjoyed it. Jane's patience snapped.

With a loud thud, Jane slammed her cup down. She grabbed a glass of red wine and, without hesitation, flung it right at Amy.

"Could you not? You're acting like a dog begging for attention. What's so great about being like that?"

Jane was never one to worry about consequences. If someone messed with Fiona, she'd fight back-no matter what.

are you out

dress now

ask Jackson. Fiona already said they're over. Why are you butting in,

more word and I'll show

temper, nobody

meanwhile, coolly wiped out her 101st enemy in

anger melting away. She turned to Fiona, her eyes filled with

was calm,

you, you get a rabies shot, then maybe treat yourself to hotpot There's no point in lowering yourself to bite back. All

a few sentences, Fiona turned the whole situation around. Amy was so furious she could barely breathe. Who did they think she was? Just some stray dog

always seemed so in control, like she was pulling all

lost it. Won't happen again." She slumped back into her

spoke up, his tone

couldn't believe what he was hearing.

face went pale in an

was Jackson talking