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

At this moment, a group of parents huddled together, whispering among themselves. When they spotted Fiona, their eyes practically shot daggers, filled with disdain. Fiona, unfazed, headed straight upstairs. Her room was right next to Nash's, so he quickly caught up with her, room key in hand.

"Looks like you're in for some drama," Nash smirked, though his voice carried a hint of worry. "If things get messy, I can call Jackson. Let's see what they have to say then."

"No need. They're just a bunch of busybodies. Not worth our energy."

"Fair enough."

When they came back down, all the parents and students were already waiting in the lobby, ready to pounce with their snide remarks.

"Quite the entrance! We've been waiting a whole ten minutes for you."

"Right? Oh, and you've changed clothes, too. So many thoughts for someone so young."

"Seems like the rumors were spot on, such a little flirt."

Fiona shot them a sideways glance, her gaze icy, and quickly joined the larger group. Though their words were sharp and unpleasant, she didn't let it bother her.

The school field trip was just a chance to explore local sights, soak in the rustic charm, and make some friends. After the briefing, some parents decided to take their kids out on their own, while others gathered, seemingly plotting how to give Fiona a hard time.

With tensions rising, Fiona and Nash decided to leave with Mr. Keaton, along with a few students whose parents weren't around.

"Mr. Keaton, we have some things we can't move on our own. Could Fiona give us a hand?" a mother called out from behind, her smile seemingly plastered on.

Mr. Keaton looked between her and Fiona, then said, "We have several teachers who can help out."

"No need for that many. We don't have much, just need her help."

Fiona, unfazed, replied coolly, "No."

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The mother's face turned pale, clearly not expecting such a blunt refusal. She let out an awkward laugh. "Doesn't your classmate have any sympathy?"

Fiona walked away, but another mother grabbed her wrist.

"She's just asking for a little help. Why can't you pitch in? Is this what they teach you at school? Such disrespect!"

"Does it really matter if the class with the lowest grades has manners?" Fiona scoffed, a smirk creeping onto her face. "Why single me out, a young girl, to help? Need me to spell it out?"

She wasn't naive. She was here to have fun, not be someone's unpaid help. Even workers get a paycheck. What was she doing this for To be

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"You!!!"

The mother holding Fiona was growing impatient. Their plan was to put Fiona in her place, to remind her not to get too bold, but they hadn't

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"Let go."