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

Jane had always understood this, at least in theory.

But only now did it really hit him-what it meant.

Addison thrashed in the freezing ocean, saltwater burning her open wounds, every splash sending a fresh wave of pain straight to her core. Blood seeped from her cuts, swirling out into the dark water, and within moments, the metallic scent spread, calling out to the sharks that had been waiting below.

They weren't even full-grown sharks, but they were big-big enough that even a group of strong men might not stand a chance.

Addison screamed for help, but the ship just kept moving, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared altogether. The sharks closed in, tearing her apart, but even as she was pulled under, her eyes-full of hate-never left the spot where the ship had vanished.

Back in the States, Fiona made her way to campus first. The drama from the competition had spilled over into school life; besides a handful of troublemakers, the only people hanging around were those brainless, die-hard fans camped outside.

They'd tracked down everything-Fiona's company, her school, even the Stonnell family.

Luckily, International Glam's security was rock solid. There was no way any fan could sneak their way in. Besides, everyone who worked in that building was sharp enough to know better than to get involved. Until the truth was out, no one was going to start gossiping. After all, if anything really happened, no one wanted to be the one responsible.

They

most students just couldn't

just turned on Amy, because she happened to be

what, there was always someone pointing

was Fiona or Amy, it was always the same group doing the

there. A few students sat by the windows, half-hiding behind the wall, trying their best to focus on their work. They looked up when she came in, offered a polite smile, then went right back to their books-no words,

there too, head down, messing with his phone. When he noticed Fiona, something lit up in his eyes for a

it was just for a moment, Fiona

him a

almost instantly:

on good terms. The rumor mill was still churning out stories about

didn't care. She sat quietly, texting