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

Fake Amy stared at Fiona, her eyes burning with a wild, desperate heat. She never thought Fiona would actually show up at her house. If Fiona caught her now, she was done for. There'd be no way out.

When she saw the real Amy walk in with Fiona, everything clicked into place. Years of careful planning―ruined. If she'd known it would end like this, she would've joined forces with Josie and gotten rid of Fiona from the start.

"So, what should I call you now?" Fiona's grip tightened around the imposter's wrist before she flung her to the floor. "Fake Amy? Or is it Grace?"

Fake Amy froze, staring up at Fiona like she couldn't believe what was happening. She looked like a cornered animal, ready to lash out. "Fiona, how do you know? How do you even know my real name?" Her voice shook as she dragged herself up, hands trembling.

me! Just tell me!" Gone was any shred of dignity-she crawled to Fiona's feet,

Fiona said nothing, didn't even bother to explain. It was like she was dangling the truth just

won't you just say it?" Fake Amy's voice broke, desperation twisting into a cold, empty laugh as she pulled herself up again. Her eyes were full of hopelessness, but nobody there cared. The real

competition, isn't it? You saw Esther. She told you everything, didn't she?" She

turned manic, almost

with calm, steady eyes, as if Fake Amy was

tell me," Fiona said, her voice calm and even just loud enough for the other woman to hear. "You've already been cast aside. Stop dreaming about going back to Country M. Even if you did, there's no