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

Jackson gently nudged her back into bed, tucking her in with care. He spoke softly, "Get some rest.

Goodnight." Fiona was left staring at his retreating figure and the sound of the door clicking shut. She couldn't quite wrap her head around the situation.

Feeling a bit unsettled, she called Jasmine again, her mind swirling with doubts, wondering if Jackson truly had some issues. "Fiona, why are you so concerned?" Jasmine chuckled, genuinely attentive to Fiona's feelings. Clearing her throat, she asked, "Are you worried that Jackson might not be... capable, which could affect your relationship?"

Fiona shook her head, staying silent, but her mind was filled with the image of a sultry femme fatale. She wanted to emulate that allure but couldn't muster the courage to change. With a sigh, she remarked, "Forget it, these things are hard to predict." She had given up; she wasn't even sure she wanted to pursue it further.

Just then, Jasmine noticed the pajamas Fiona was wearing and frowned, unable to resist asking, "Are all your clothes so... cartoonish?" Without thinking, Fiona nodded. After all, how much variety could one have in pajamas?

Jasmine gasped, realizing why Jackson might be hesitant to take things to the next level with Fiona. Fiona was already younger than him, and dressed in such cutesy attire, who could make a move in that situation? Besides, Fiona had a great figure and was beautiful; it didn't make sense for Jackson to hold back. The more Jasmine thought about it, the more she believed her theory. She sat up cross-legged on the bed, exclaiming, "Fiona, open your closet for me."

"What? You think I have a wardrobe problem?" Fiona frowned, glancing down at herself. She seemed to realize there might be an issue with her clothes, recalling the provocative and bold style of a femme fatale, vivid and alluring. Reluctantly, she opened her closet. Besides her everyday wear, her pajamas and loungewear were predominantly cute and youthful, with some evening gowns only suitable for formal events. Her usual style leaned towards casual sportswear or a chic, edgy vibe, which left Jasmine exasperated.

"No wonder Jackson hasn't made a move. If it were me, I'd feel guilty getting closer to someone dressed like that Fiona saw the logic in her words and asked, "So what do you suggest? You're the head of

International Glam, give me

something useful."

"You're a chief designer, yet you haven't thought to redesign your own look," Jasmine teased, then quickly got serious, pointing at the overly juvenile clothes in the closet. "Get rid of these. Tomorrow, we're going shopping for a makeover."

A makeover? That might not be a bad idea. "What kind of makeover?" Fiona inquired.noveldrama

"Adults should look like adults. You can't stay stuck in this youthful phase forever." Fiona was visibly displeased, saying, "Get to the point, or you'll handle the next International Glam launch on your own."

Jasmine felt a shiver down her

u'l

spine. The capitalist always knew how to threaten! As the beleaguered head, she was clueless about running a launch. If they had no new designs, they might as well cancel the next International Glam show altogether. "I didn't meant that way. I'll pick you up tomorrow, and you'll see," Jasmine assured.