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

Flora nodded. "I know a bit."

"A bit?" Cynthia raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. Why didn't she believe her? She had just overheard Howell saying the new design drafts were ready and asking Flora to take a look. Flora must be quite talented in fashion design, right?

...

Cynthia posted in the group chat that the dance costumes had arrived, and everyone should come to the dance studio to pick them up at 1:30 PM sharp. But by 1:00 PM, everyone was already at the dance studio, eagerly waiting. Some hadn't even finished their lunch but rushed over anyway.

Flora, Cynthia, and Eilies were the last to arrive, walking in at 1:20 PM. All eyes turned to the cardboard box Eilies was carrying.

"Take these costumes home and make sure you take good care of them. We have a competition the day after tomorrow, and we can't afford any mistakes, got it?" Cynthia instructed firmly, then opened the box under their curious gazes.

The box was packed with luxurious and elegant dance costumes, complete with matching accessories and shoes. Everyone gasped in awe. It was clear these were designed by the famous Rose Design Team. They could already imagine how stunning they'd look at the dance.

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On the day of the welcome party, journalists and media friends were everywhere. Mr. Richard and the leaders of the University of Maple Grove treated the event with great importance. The party was set to start at 6:00 PM, but by 2:00 PM, teachers were already leading a group of student council volunteers to set up the venue and rehearse the program.

Kaylee, having just joined the student council, was roped into helping out. Being new and naturally gentle, she ended up with most of the tedious and dirty work. But Kaylee, always soft-spoken and kind, never refused. She spent the entire afternoon running around like a headless chicken.

"You're performing, not at a funeral! Smile, smile! Hey, Flora, you need to smile, or it won't look good," the stage manager bellowed through a megaphone. On stage, Flora's cheeks were sore from all the smiling. After five or six rehearsals, the stage manager finally let them off.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Flora, your dance just now was amazing. I'm sure your performance will win an award," Kaylee said, giving them a thumbs up as she finished setting up the entrance.

"Lin the beauty has an eye for talent!" Cynthia beamed at Kaylee's compliment. "Alright, sweetheart, we're off to do our makeup. Catch you later."

"Okay," Kaylee replied with a smile.

"Kaylee, are you close with Flora?" Wendy asked, coming over. She was the vice president of the student council and had skipped lunch to help set up the venue. She had noticed Flora treating Kaylee differently, almost like they were old friends.

Kaylee's eyes softened even more at the mention of Flora. "Yeah, we were high school classmates. Flora's a really nice person; she's helped me a lot."

Wendy was initially surprised but then pleased. Having Kaylee, Flora's high school classmate, in the student council meant they had someone who could speak with Flora directly.

"I thought I assigned your task to someone else?" Wendy asked, noticing the ribbons in Kaylee's hands. She liked Kaylee-diligent and hardworking-but found her too gentle for significant responsibilities. If she could toughen up a bit, she'd be perfect for the next student council president.

"It's okay, I'm almost done anyway," Kaylee said with a carefree smile.

"Forget the ribbons. Can you go help me wrap some flowers instead? We need to give them to the school leaders later."