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

"Don't worry, I'll pay you back for the dress, not a penny less," she said, shooting a venomous look at Fiona before crossing her legs with a dismissive huff. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be stuck with some guy."

Fiona kept nibbling on her petit fours, unfazed. Yvenne was the kind of person who'd blame gravity for her own problems.

Jackson hadn't been exaggerating; the food here was top-notch, living up to the hype around the chefs at the Golden Pavilion.

When a platter of marinated seafood was served, Fiona eagerly scooped some onto her plate and started indulging. Unlike the daughters of prestigious families and their high-society pals, who got visibly rattled upon realizing Fiona was just a high schooler, she couldn't care less.

"Are you close with Mr. Fitzgerald?" a woman with heavy makeup and red stilettos asked, giving Fiona a once-over. "Do you really think a little chick like you can catch his eye?"

From the corner of her eye, Fiona noticed a colorful group of women gathering around her-some sultry, some voluptuous, some ladylike, and others dressed as various anime characters. All of them flaunted figures that were undeniably appealing to men.

"Our Angel is talking to you, yet you just keep eating like it's your first time seeing food," one of them sneered.noveldrama

Fiona couldn't be bothered to look up, calmly placing a forkful of scallop in her mouth. The silky texture was delightful.

"Angel, Fiona's new to this kind of high-end event. Naturally, she's making the most of it since she usually can't afford such luxuries."

"And you? You're from the same low-tier school as her."

Yvenne flushed a deep red, clenching her teeth but not daring to retaliate.

"Though we attend the same school, I know my place," Yvenne said, trying to cozy up to Angel with a smile. "Angel, you're famous all around and truly deserve Mr. Fitzgerald's attention. It's a mystery how Fiona caught his eye."

Stirring up trouble, as usual.

Fiona thought Yvenne could become the queen of gossip.

"Fiona, tell me, what does Mr. Fitzgerald like?"

After a long pause with no response from Fiona, Angel slapped the cutlery out of

her hand onto the floor. "I'm talking to you. Show some respect."

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"Why should I care?" Fiona replied, lazily lifting her eyelids, a cold smile on her lips. "Aren't you the one who likes Jackson? How come you don't know his preferences?"

Everyone in Maple Grove wanted to marry Jackson, everyone adored him. But Jackson was famously private, and his likes and dislike's were a mystery. If not, why would Angel be asking Fiona?

"Answer what you're asked."

"Oh, he likes me the most," Fiona said with a blink and a deeper smile.

That one-liner was enough to drive them up the wall.

Angel, the woman, signaled to her crew, and in the next second, a plate of marinated seafood's sauce was dumped all over her.

"Ah!!" Her scream drew everyone's attention; this spot was now the center of attention. The woman jumped up, her front drenched in sauce, her skin carrying the scent of it.