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

Chapter 359

Jillian sat there, headphones on, seemingly lost in her music, but the tight grip on her phone gave her away. Her knuckles were white. The music had long since stopped, leaving a void that only amplified the chaos in her mind. From elementary school to high school, Jillian had always been the new student representative. But this time, Flora had stolen the spotlight, and Jillian couldn’t help but simmer with anger.

That evening, Odelia came over, hoping to cheer Jillian up. “Hey, tomorrow’s the opening ceremony, right? You must be the new student representative again?”

Jillian’s face darkened even more. She stared down at her plate, her voice rough with emotion. “It’s not me. It’s Flora.”

Odelia’s attempt at flattery had clearly backfired. “How did Flora.get picked? The new student representative should be well–rounded in academics, sports, and arts. Everyone knows what she did in high school.”

Odelia held a grudge against Flora, especially after a nasty prank involving itching powder. And now, trying to win Jillian’s favor, she didn’t hold back on the slander.

“The teachers made their decision, and there’s nothing we can do about it now,” Jillian murmured, her mind elsewhere.

“The ceremony will be live–streamed. She’ll stand there, looking perfect in front of everyone.” Odelia hated Flora, despising anyone who seemed richer or more talented. Hearing Jillian’s words struck a nerve, but then an idea brightened her mood. “I’ve got a plan to make Flora look like a fool in front of everyone!”

Jillian’s eyes flickered with interest, but she said nothing.

The day of the opening ceremony arrived quickly. Students were ushered into the auditorium by their counselor. Trying to be supportive, the counselor asked Flora, “How are you feeling? Don’t be nervous when you go up there, just read from your script.”

“It’s about to start, maybe you should go over your speech again,” she suggested.

Flora nodded, pulling her speech from her pocket. As she unfolded it, her expression hardened. The counselor noticed Flora’s sudden change and leaned in to see.

On the blank A4 paper was a large, crudely drawn cross. Flora’s face went pale.

“Did you grab the wrong speech by mistake?” the counselor asked, panic setting in. The ceremony was being broadcast nationwide, and there was no room for error.

“It’s not a mistake.” Flora folded the paper, her voice cold. “Someone switched my speech.”

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This kind of trick had been played on her in high school, and it seemned university was still keen on such juvenile tactics.

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Trying to maintain her composure, the counselor asked, “Do you remember what you Wrote?”

The ceremony was about to begin, and there was no time to prepare a new speech. Given Flora’s top student status, perhaps she had memorized it.

“I don’t remember,” Flora replied honestly.

Taking the speech back, she casually tossed it onto a table, her demeanor calm, while the counselor was nearly frantic. A mishap like this would reflect poorly on her and the University of Maple Grove in front of the entire country.

“I’ll go,” Jillian stood up. “I’ve been the new student representative since elementary school. I have the experience; I can handle it.”

The counselor furrowed her brows. “Are you sure you can do this?” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Jillian nodded confidently.

“Alright, then get ready. You’ll go on stage.” With that, the counselor went backstage to inform the host that Jillian would be called up instead.