Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Mrs. York dropped what she was doing in the kitchen, fuming, "He's done nothing and yet you throw dirt at him. You know how much Darlene adores her grandson, and yet, you dare accuse him of being gay? What on earth are you trying to achieve?"

Tyrone's expression was dark. It was as if his heart, once cut open, would reveal nothing but a deep, reflective darkness.

Without bothering to explain, Tyrone simply stated, "It boils down to one thing - are you my mom or not? If you are, you'll help."

Mrs. York wished she could shove Tyrone back where he came from, the nerve of him!

"How can I possibly help with no solid evidence? Am I supposed to just take your word for it?" Mrs. York argued.

Tyrone considered for a moment, "Alright, I'll get you the evidence tonight. You can confront Darlene over a poker game tomorrow."

"Son, what mischief are you planning now?"

Tyrone curled his lips, "What mischief can I possibly be up to? Don't always think the worst of your son. If you're as kind-hearted as you believe, how bad could I possibly be? Relax, I'm just thinking my uncle's life's been too dull. Needs a bit of excitement."

Mrs. York, exasperated, exclaimed, "You!"

"Don't worry; it's not like I'm plotting a murder or theft. Help me out, and you're still my dear mother."

"I swear, I could strangle you."

"Gotta go. I won't be coming home these next few days."

"Where are you now?"

"On a business trip."

The crew was a whirlwind of activity, and Quintessa, aside from the occasional breaks for meals and restroom visits, spent the entire day on set, wrapping up well past 10 p.m. Rubbing her neck from the day's strain, Quintessa sighed.

After changing, she found Manny holding her bag, who suggested, "Hey, why don't you hold off on sleeping once we get back to the hotel? I'll go grab us some BBQ. You barely ate anything today."

Quintessa shook her head, "No need, I'm so exhausted; I could fall asleep standing."

Just then, Cynthia approached,

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Quintessa, "I know you probably don't like me much, but I still need to apologize for what I said today. I'm I sorry."

After her apology, Cynthia walked away. Coming from a well-to-do family, she carried herself with a grace and steady posture with a ramrod back that spoke of her upbringing. sŵnovel.net

Quintessa couldn't help but smile, watching her leave. Despite not being fond of her, Quintessa recognized that Cynthia probably didn't have a mean bone in her body. "Let's go," Quintessa said to Manny.

Not far off, they encountered Jonathan, fresh from removing his makeup, "Need a lift back?"

Quintessa didn't stop walking, "Thanks, but I've got a ride."

Jonathan maintained a respectful distance, his gentlemanly demeanor not imposing, "Do I seem like the type to have ulterior motives?"

He gazed at Quintessa sideways. After removing the makeup, she looked less flamboyant but had more of girlish tenderness.

Turning to Jonathan with a light smile, Quintessa teased, "Who knows? At your age, you've got the experience, surely know what a young woman likes." "Afraid of being attracted to me?"

"Now I see why you and Tyrone are uncle and nephew."

Curious, Jonathan asked, "And why is that?"

Pausing just outside the set, Quintessa shared, "Both of you have this inexplicable confidence. It's uncanny."NôvelDrama.Org © content.