Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa was heading upstairs, back to her room when she happened to see Reuben. He hurriedly greeted her and then dashed off.

Quintessa wondered; this young man was usually quite enthusiastic about seeing her, what was up with him today?

The next day, she mentioned to Violet that she didn't have time over the weekend.

Violet asked in a low voice, "Quinn, have you also been fishing for so long? Are you planning to bait the hook now?"

Quintessa laughed at herself, "This bait of mine, once cast, is only a matter of time."

The calm and focus Quintessa found during filming was what she loved most. Even though it was exhausting, she was content dedicating herself to her work, devoid of any personal desires. This was a blissful thing.

The weekend arrived quickly, and at 7 PM, Tyrone came to pick up Quintessa.

Quintessa had thought he was ready to make a move on her, but instead, he took her straight to a styling studio and left her in the hands of a several ladies for makeup and to choose a dress without waiting for her questions.

When she finally came out in a dress, Tyrone grimaced. He had already chosen quite an unattractive dress, yet she still looked stunning in it.

He gave a reluctant nod, "This will do. You're not getting any better than this. Let's go."

Quintessa looked at the dress on her and frowned, asking, "What are you up to?"

Tyrone wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "My friend's sister's coming-of-age party. They've been nagging me to come for a while now. You're my plus one, to help me fend off people." Quintessa sized up Tyrone, "Someone trying to set you up?"

Tyrone snorted, "Me? I'm handsome and rich, plenty of women like me, why would I need to be set up?"

Quintessa rolled her eyes, "If so many women like you, why drag me along? Just snap your fingers and you'd have a crowd."

"But none of them will match up to you."

Quintessa thought to herself: Those who'd come running at a snap of his fingers, weren't they much the same as her?

Tyrone briefed Quintessa, "When we get there, you don't have to speak, just smile. And if someone gives you trouble, don't hold back." Quintessa just responded noncommittally.

Parking the car and looking at the five-star hotel, Quintessa marveled at its extravagance. Wealthy people truly lived differently, who else would make such a fuss for a

coming-of-age party? S NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Quintessa walked arm in arm with Tyrone over the red carpet laid in front of the hotel's door. Quintessa glanced at a beautifully erected life-size standee at the entrance, a lovely depiction of a lady, with the name Serena Harrington. "Quite the classy name," she thought.

Upon entering, a melodious piano tune filled the banquet hall, and the men and women present were all nobility and elite.

Some people greeted Tyrone

immediately upon seeing him; hez

merely nodded faintly without

speaking a word. This could be considered rude, but everyone else appeared to find normal. S

Quintessa thought to herself, he really did put on an act of nobility and aloofness outside.

Many guests in the hall were secretly sizing up Quintessa; some had already recognized her as the actress recently scandalized online.

A male voice sounded from behind, "Ty, you're here. I was just asking your mom if you'd come or not."

Hearing that voice, Quintessa's hand tightened abruptly. And Tyrone, giving her a look, forcefully turned around with her in his arms.