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

As soon as Fiona finished speaking, she hopped onto the stage, sharing a quick, knowing glance with Mikey down in the crowd. Mikey dashed over to the DJ booth to talk to the staff.

Before long, a thumping beat took over the room, electrifying the dance floor with vibrant energy! The girls onstage, taken aback but aware of the club's high-profile clientele, wisely decided to clear out. "Who's that, a schoolgirl? Come on, get off the stage, will you?"

"How did a minor get in here? Off with you, don't spoil the view for us."

Expecting some new club gimmick, the crowd turned their focus to the stage, only to find a young girl standing there. Her clothes hung loosely, giving off a laid-back, carefree vibe. What was a kid doing up there? It wasn't exactly captivating. Frustration swelled in the crowd, voices rising with impatience. "Where's the staff? Get her off the stage now!"

But the staff hesitated. Mikey had a bit of a reputation around these parts, and no one dared mess with his guest. Despite the jeers, the girl's expression didn't waver. If anything, she wore a teasing smirk. The dim lights cast shadows on her face, hinting at an untamed wildness.

Suddenly, she pulled her hair into a loose ponytail with a scrunchie and unzipped her white jacket. Underneath was a tight black tank top that stood out starkly against her pale skin.

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Upstairs in a private booth, a guy in a black hoodie nudged his friend, exclaiming, "Damn! Jackson! That girl downstairs is a knockout! Since when did Cedarvale get someone like her? She looks so young, but dancing in jeans like that it's seamless!" "If you think she's stunning, she probably isn't."

His friend was known for having terrible taste. The man leaned back in his chair, three buttons undone on his shirt, revealing a chiseled collarbone. Beneath the dark shirt, you could sense the strength of his physique, his whole vibe was cool and detached.

He cast a seemingly disinterested

glance downward but then looked again. Perched by the window, he

had a perfect view and imm spotted the girl dancing with abandon on stage. Jackson's indifferent gaze suddenly sharpened, a hint of change flickering across his face. novelbin

The girl looked young, but some things about her definitely weren't. She moved with confidence and grace, her slender waist swaying the beat. Her moves were bold not sleazy. She was alluring, mysterious, dark, yet

compelling-like a siren under the moonlight.

"See, isn't she just breathtaking?" Adam asked, excitement in his voice.

Jackson's gaze lingered on her waist for a few more seconds before he looked away, his lips curving slightly. "Too young."

Such a young girl hanging out in a club? Kids these days sure are gutsy.

"No way, she's all grown up! I'd say at least a C!" Adam countered, eyes glued to Fiona.

"Jackson! That beauty looks like she's in trouble! Should we go help?" Adam suddenly shouted.

Jackson took his time sipping his drink before glancing down. Sure enough, a bunch of rowdies had surrounded the girl. They formed a tight circle around her, blocking her from view. From their vantage point, they couldn't see her face, but you could imagine how a young girl might feel scared in such a situation.