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

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Orla snorted to herself, thinking, "Let's see how long you can keep your cool!" "The competitors can now check their equipment to make sure everything's in order. Once the contest starts, no replacements will be allowed," the host announced, his eyes lingering on Flora.

His look was as clear as day: "Honey, if you have any issues, just letknow, and I'll sort it out for you." Being a professor at the University of Maple Grove, it was no surprise he was biased towards Flora.

"I'm good," Flora drawled, sounding completely relaxed.

"I'm fine too," Orla quickly chimed in.

"Alright, then-" "Let's get this started!" As soon as the competition bell rang, Orla grabbed the scalpel and suture thread. She began stitching an egg with meticulous precision. This demanded her full attention! On the operating table, she was like a different person-earnest and devout, none of her usual pretense that people found so annoying.

Orla stitched with patient, steady hands. She had done countless mock surgeries before, so this was second nature to her. Still, in the heat of the competition, she couldn't afford to slack off. She aimed for perfection.

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No room for mistakes! After finishing one egg, she couldn't resist a glance at Flora.

Compared to Orla's intense focus, Flora seemed like she was in another world.

The surgical instruments on her table were untouched; she lounged in her chair, looking like she might start playing on a smartphone if she had one.

Why isn't she doing anything? Orla frowned, then it hit her.

Could it be that Flora doesn't know how and decided to give up to avoid embarrassing herself with poor skills? The thought made Orla scoff again. Her teachers and senior classmates were overthinking it; Flora wasn't that impressive.

She refocused on her stitching.

"What's up with Flora?" Darcy and the others were getting frantic. Orla was almost done with her second egg, and Flora hadn't even started.

Twas running out! Dr. Ray looked puzzled but wasn't worried. Flora always had her reasons.

In the audience, Connor chuckled softly.

That girl, always playing her games.

As the seconds ticked by, Orla had already started on her third egg, while Flora remained as calm as ever, resting her chin on her hand, looking like she might doze off any moment.

"Sis! Con, please! Just do something, will you?" they pleaded.

"We're really going to lose if you don't move!" The whole room was in a frenzy.

They finally understood the meaning of being more anxious than those directly involved.

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How could Flora stay so composed? X

Ten minutes passed, and as Orla finished the third egg, she glanced at Flora, who was still motionless Orla w grew even more convinced Flora was clueless.

Even if Flora knew what to do, it was too late; she wouldn't have enough time.

Orla felt victory was hers and proudly tilted her chin towards her team, as if ve flaunting her imminent triumph. Meanwhile, her team was shrouded in gloom.

Mr. Atticus looked particularly morose and distressed.

How could anyone be happy right now? It was clear Flora was toying with them.

Just as Orla started on the fourth egg, Flora finally moved! The girl lazily stood up, her delicate hand reaching for a scalpel.

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