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.

out

her face, her once-gorgeous dress now soaked

you don't believe me, ask Jackson. Fiona already said they're over. Why are you

word

her temper,

coolly wiped out her 101st enemy in the game

away. She turned to Fiona,

was calm,

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

Fiona turned the whole situation around. Amy was so furious she

skin was how Fiona always seemed so in control, like she was pulling all the strings. It made Amy feel powerless—and it drove her

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

spoke up, his tone light and

getting engaged?" He let out a little laugh, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Looks like someone's been busy making up stories while I've been

face went pale in

Jackson talking