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

After Fiona and her friends left, the whole affair finally fizzled out, but not without

leaving a buzz in its wake.

The school field was abuzz with students, all caught up in the frenzy of sharing

photos of Fiona sitting there, which were spreading like wildfire. The campus

forums were lit up with chatter about her.

Her stunning beauty had everyone talking, and she was even being hailed as the

"Nation's Rare Beauty" across various online platforms.

But Fiona? She couldn't care less. Fame and superficial titles didn't faze her, and

she couldn't even be bothered to scroll through the posts.

The real kicker was that Fiona was supposed to perform at the freshman welcome

event, yet she skipped it, leaving a lot of folks feeling duped.

Most had shown up just to catch a glimpse of her, and now they felt shortchanged

when not only was she a no-show, but the whole program seemed like a sham.

"Why even bother signing up if you're not going to perform? Is this all just a stunt

to get attention?" one student grumbled.

"Beats me," another chimed in. "I saw her from the audience, and yeah, she's

gorgeous with a killer figure. But with behavior like that? No thanks. If she doesn't

even care about her grades, what's she good for?"

"Right? She got into Oxford University, who wouldn't want a bright future? Maybe

with her looks, she doesn't need our attention. There are plenty of rich kids who'd

line up for her," a third added with a smirk.

They chuckled among themselves, gradually drifting away from the seating area

until they stumbled right into Fiona and her crew backstage.

Their snide comments hadn't escaped Fiona's notice. If Fiona hadn't held Amy

back, she might have already confronted those brazen folks.

Who did they think they were to speak about Fiona like that? Weren't they worried

about ticking her off?

Especially since, to Amy, Fiona was practically a goddess. Mess with Fiona, and

you mess with Amy.

At Oxford, few dared to cross Amy, and Fiona was definitely in that select group.

The group fell silent when they saw Fiona, avoiding eye contact like kids caught in

the act.

Amy stepped up, throwing them a mocking look. "So you're all talk, huh? I didn't

see any of you on stage. Just here to gossip, I guess."

Sure, Fiona might have held Amy back before, but that didn't mean she could stop

her from speaking her mind now.

"Keep talking big behind people's backs. Let's see you have the guts to say it to

our faces," Amy continued.

Shelly stepped up beside Amy,

standing her ground. While she

didn't have any particular feelings

about Fiona, she didn't dislike hernoveldrama

either. Plus, both Tyler and Fiona

were from New York, and those

folks had been talking as if they

were too good for it.

Who were they to look down on New

York? Some of them couldn't even

hold a candle to New Yorkers, let

alone Fiona, who had aced the

entrance exams. If they were so

great, why hadn't they done the

same?

"We were just talking, why so defensive? Did we hit a nerve?" one of the guys

sneered, clearly someone with a decent background, maybe from California.

Otherwise, there weren't many who'd be bold enough to stand up to Shelly at

Oxford without a second thought.

To be that cocky, he must have some serious connections.

"What did you just say?" Amy

stormed over and gave him a swift

kick, sending him stumbling back a

few steps before he barely kept his

balance. She quickly grabbed him by

the collar, adding, "California must

be ashamed to have trash like you."