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

"Oh, come on, why make such a big deal out of this?" The other ladies quickly jumped in, trying to smooth things over before they got too messy.

"It was just something Flora said offhand, why take it so seriously?"

"Yeah, no need to drag Féraphine into this."

"Hmph." Camille scoffed, shooting a glare at Flora. "You're just a kid, already making up stories. You even had the nerve to say the spices I bought from Féraphine were fake! Feeling scared now, are you?"

Flora just couldn't see what she had to be scared of. Camille's logic didn't make any sense to her. She squeezed Amanda's hand, hooked her foot around a chair, and sat down with a laid-back air. "Well, let's just wait and see." Camille was caught off guard, not getting it at first. But once she did, she was steaming mad. Stubborn girl. She wouldn't back down until she had no choice. When Féraphine shows up and exposes her lies, let's see how calm she stays! Seeing Flora so chill and confident, Amanda felt her own nerves settle. Flora always had a handle on things. Amanda even found herself a bit excited. Camille was so full of herself now, but she'd probably end up with egg on her face. The other ladies went quiet, all waiting for the show to start. About five minutes later, Camille's phone buzzed. She answered it eagerly, a grin spreading across her face. "Féraphine's here! I'll go get him."

Flora lounged in her chair, her eyes on the sachets some of the ladies were holding. They were a pretty close match to hers. Enough to fool someone at a glance. Whoever was pretending to be her had put in some effort. "Féraphine, over here!" Camille's voice rang out from outside.

"Flora? Never heard of her!" came a gruff male voice next.

The faces of the ladies changed in an instant. Did Féraphine just say he didn't know Flora? Maybe Flora had been bluffing earlier. Now that Féraphine was here, how embarrassing for her.

Amanda frowned, but not for the same reason as the others. She knew Flora well. If Flora said the sachets were fake, then they were fake. And this Féraphine... he must be a fake too.

While everyone was lost in their

thoughts, Camille led a man inside. He had a rugged, wild look. Except for Amanda and her two friends, the other ladies stood up, calling out, "Féraphine!" Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Féraphine was well-known, and lots of people wanted to get on his good side. Seeing him in person was a chance they couldn't pass up.

Maybe they'd even get to knol net

better, make some connections.

They looked at Camille with newfound respect. They'd thought she was exaggerating, but she really did know Féraphine and seemed pretty tight with him.

"Hmm." The man gave a haughty reply.

"Féraphine, that's her! She's the one who said your spices were fake!" Camille said, pointing eagerly at Flora, ready to see her humiliated.

She'd been looked down on too

much in her younger years, and now,

in middle age, with her modest background, she felt

underestimated. She couldn't go after others, so she targeted Flora.

Why should Flora, also humble

beginnings, have such a happy life?

Hearing this, the man turned to look at Flora. His once-arrogant demeanor froze in an instant! His eyes widened in shock. How could it be her?