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

This was actually a good thing.

The whole drive was tense-so quiet it almost hurt. Fiona drifted in and out of sleep, nibbling on pomegranate seeds, while Amy kept sneaking glances at her, trying not to get caught.

When Tyler rescued her, Amy was sure he was the hero. But then she overheard him gushing to someone about how it was really Fiona who'd made it all happen. He talked about Fiona like she was some kind of miracle worker. Ever since, Amy had been dying to meet her in person.

And now, here she was.

Fiona was even prettier than Amy imagined.

Amy couldn't help smiling a little, stealing another look at her. It felt unreal-like maybe there really were people in the world who cared about her.

Of course, Amy knew Fiona probably hadn't saved her out of pure kindness. Most likely, Fiona just wanted to expose the fake Amy. But that didn't really matter. Fiona had given her a second chance at life, and honestly, Fiona seemed way more dependable than her own parents ever were.

The car sped along and soon rolled to a smooth stop. Fiona slowly opened her eyes and glanced out the window-the sky outside was already pitch black.

arrived at the Gregory house,"

the first to get out. She still had half a pomegranate left, which she tucked carefully into her

pomegranates that much?" Fiona asked, raising an eyebrow. Amy froze, a little embarrassed, but Fiona just reached into the car, grabbed the

up at her, wide-eyed, not sure she'd heard right. "Thank you," she said quietly, hugging the pomegranates to her chest. Then she nodded toward the big house. "Ms. Fiona, let me

the villa. If they just walked in the front door, they'd

are all off tonight," Amy explained softly. "They said the real Amy needed to

lead the way," Fiona

surprised. She figured

for believing me," she

a small

the house was totally

Fiona all the

room first—and stopped short. The fake Amy was sprawled out on the couch, legs crossed, snacking on sunflower seeds like she