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

The saying goes, "You're soft in the hands of those who give you gifts and soft in the mouth of those you dine with." After accepting such a generous gift, can we really keep blocking the door?" "Cough, cough... So, what's our next move?" Ethan asked, swallowing hard, clearly overwhelmed by the extravagant gift. "We've taken their gift; do we still block the groom from coming in?" "Miss Crimson, we'll go along with whatever you say," Kaylee said, her eyes darting around uncertainly.

Crimson quietly slipped the envelope into her coat pocket, throwing a disappointed look at her friends. "Just a few million, and you're all sold out? Who here doesn't have millions these days?" With a flourish, she announced, "Let them in. This was just a warm-up. We've got more tricks up our sleeves!"

Aisha was at the door, and at Crimson's cue, she swung it open.

Ray, who had been impatiently leaning against the door, stumbled forward as it opened, almost crashing into Aisha.

Naturally, he could have caught himself.

But seeing Aisha, Ray let himself fall forward, as if on purpose.

Aisha, startled, stepped aside with a deadpan expression.

"How heartless, not even catching me," Ray joked, his eyes twinkling as he balanced himself.

"Get lost," Aisha shot back, glaring at him. "Can't you be serious for once?"

"Never," Ray grinned mischievously. "But since you asked, maybe I could-ow!"

Ray's antics were cut short as Connor, fed up with him blocking the doorway, gave him a swift kick and strode into the bridal suite. Once inside, Ethan and Kaylee moved to block him, but one cool glance from Connor had Ethan stepping aside, looking sheepish.

The room was decked out in red,

and there was Flora, stunning in a Western wedding dress, holding a bouquet that sparkled with elegance.

Their eyes met, and Flora smiled, lifting her bouquet slightly to her chin, her joy unmistakable.

Connor's heart did a little dance.

It was like fireworks going off inside him!

His Flora, in her wedding dress, all for him. "Your eyes are about to pop out of your head!"

Crimson suddenly appeared,

blocking Flora from Connor's view, teasing him. "Groom, we

bridesmaids have some questions for you. Answer them right, and you can take the bride."

"Bring it on," Connor said, his voice cool yet gentle, his Western suit exuding class.

"First question: the bride's measurements."

"34, 23, 40," Connor replied without missing a beat.

"Second question: the cheesiest nickname for the bride." Connor paused: "Babe."

Rafael rolled his eyes. Typical, smooth-talking guy!novelbin

"What would you do if you upset the bride after you're married?"

"That's not gonna happen," Connor declared confidently. "I'll never give Flora a reason to be upset. In our house, she's the boss, no questions

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