Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Snow rolled his eyes, “Glad you figured it out; no need to broadcast it.”

“That lady with the looks of a femme fatale, has obviously been entangled with countless men. Don’t fall for her,

man.”

Quintessa’s chill voice followed from behind, “What’s this about being entangled with countless men?”

The agent nearly had a heart attack, “You eavesdropping?”

“If you don’t close the door, it’s your fault for being overheard, isn’t it?”

Quintessa walked up to him, her gaze cold as it swept over him, “I have dealt with plenty of men, sure, but none quite like you.”

The agent, clutching his chest, took a step back, “Hey, I’m not just some guy you can mess with.”

Quintessa scoffed, “No worries, when I play, it doesn’t matter who the person is.”

Snow couldn’t help but chuckle, coming to his agent’s aid, “Are we ready to start shooting?”

Quintessa’s piercing eyes left the agent trembling as she replied, “Yeah, let’s do this. Come on out.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

The agent, hand over his chest, exclaimed, “Good lord, it scares the light out of me; she’s terrifying!”

Snow stood up, his tone casual, “From now on, remember, if you don’t know, don’t talk. And don’t judge a book by its cover.”

“You’ve fallen for her?”

“The game hasn’t even started yet.”

Shooting the music video was straightforward, no lines, just acting out the love story depicted by the song’s lyrics, the usual dance of romance and heartache.

The shoot was going smoothly until, during a scene where Snow was about to kiss Quintessa, the studio suddenly lost power. The filming had to be paused unexpectedly.

Initially they thought it was just a technical glitch; Snow’s agent went to investigate but came back looking rather grim and whispered something to Snow.

Snow’s expression darkened, and he turned to Quintessa, “Looks like a serious malfunction. It might take a while to fix. You guys head back for now, and we’ll resume once it’s sorted.”

Quintessa was suspicious but didn’t press the issue, “Alright.”

Leaving the studio, Quintessa saw Zenobia, who was in the next studio over taking promotional photos.

Zenobia was all dressed up as the character Quintessa had previously played in a drama about royal intrigue, looking stunningly beautiful. At the sight of it, Quintessa turned icy cold.

Violet saw that, seething, and muttered, “Damn it, I can’t believe she got the role!”

Quintessa turned to leave, her voice cool, “Why rush? It’s too early to worry about that.”

Violet, puzzled, followed her, “What do you mean?”

Quintessa’s eyes narrowed, “If I had a bite of something and it was snatched away, I’d snatch it right back. What’s mine has to be mine.”

Violet gulped, wondering what Quintessa had in mind.

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Getting into the car, Quintessa said to Manny, “Manny, you’re coming with me tonight. Got a little errand to run.”

She had some free time today; it was time to handle some serious business.

Violet hurriedly asked, “Quinn, what are you up to? Don’t do anything rash.”

Quintessa’s lips curled into a cold smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

She asked Violet, “You’ve been in the show biz here for a while. You’ve got connections with the paparazzi, right?”

Violet nodded, “Of course, what do you need?”

“I need to know someone’s whereabouts. Help me buy some information from them.”

The paparazzi were like detectives; if they intended to track someone down, they could just come to paparazzi.

Violet inquired, “Who?”

“Jerome.”