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

nothing, didn't even bother to explain. It was like she was

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 Amy sat huddled on the couch, clutching a pomegranate-shaped pillow, her eyes darting between the two. She looked terrified,

it now," the imposter said, her laugh bitter and shaky. "This is about the competition, isn't it? You saw Esther. She told you everything, didn't she?" She laughed again, the sound sharp and hollow. "Esther won't get away

laughter turned manic, almost

sat at the edge of the sofa, watching with calm, steady eyes, as if Fake Amy

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