Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa leaned forward, closing the gap between her and Snow, her hand reaching out to pluck off Snow’s sunglasses, “Settle down? Who would dare marry a woman like me? You?”

Snow’s eyes were slightly rounded and vivid, strikingly beautiful. His gaze reflected Quintessa’s face as he pinched her chin playfully, “Sure, I’d dare to marry you. But the real question is, would you dare to marry me?”

Just as the elevator doors slid open, Violet stepped out to witness the scene, immediately feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over her. She cleared her throat, “Ahem.”

Violet’s interruption provided an escape for Quintessa, who straightened up as Snow dropped his hand.

Quintessa asked, “What brings you here, Violet? I was just about to call you.”

Violet replied, discomforted, “I was worried you might oversleep, so I came to pick you up.” Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Internally, Violet rolled her eyes. Quintessa was such a sly fox, unabashed and bold, making her, the unintended witness, feel like the one who was embarrassed.

As the three stepped into the elevator together, Snow asked Quintessa, “Ride with me?”

Violet quickly interjected, “Actually, let Quinn ride with me. With the paparazzi always on your tail, Snow, it could be troublesome if they snap a photo.”

Snow curled his lips, “Whatever.”

Once in the car, Manny started the engine..

There weren’t many people in Violet’s studio, and Manny often wore many hats there. He handed Quintessa a paper bag with a burrito and a soy latte inside, “I got you some breakfast, just the usual stuff; have some.”

Quintessa felt a twinge in her heart. It had been years since anyone had bought her breakfast, not since her mother passed away.

She smiled, “Thanks, I’m starving.”

After taking a bite, Quintessa added, “Next time, ask them to load up on the hot sauce; I like it spicy.”

Manny nodded enthusiastically, “Sure thing!”

Violet watched silently until Quintessa finished eating, and then she finally spoke up, “Did Great Snow Jackson just say he’ll marry you?”

Quintessa laughed, popping a couple of mints into her mouth to freshen her breath, “Do you seriously trust what a man, who you barely know and is clearly just trying to get you into bed, says?”

Violet considered this, “You’re right; never trust a man’s words.”

Then, Violet poked Quintessa on the forehead, “But you little minx, flirting with everyone. You’ve got Mr. York on the hook, and now you’re toying with Great Snow Jackson. Planning to play the field?”

Quintessa leaned against Violet, “It’s not playing the field if nothing’s happened yet, right? They’re useful to me, so why not flirt a bit? Besides, it’s not like I’m initiating anything; they come to me. Why pass up the game?”

She was determined to succeed, to never again live in fear or be at the mercy of someone else’s whims, to no longer live as if she were constantly on the run.

– And she was driven by a thirst for revenge.

Everyone had labeled her: the homewrecker, the femme fatale, the heartless manipulator. It seemed there was no one more wicked or shameless than Quintessa.

If that was how people saw her, she might as well live up to their expectations.

18:25

After three years abroad, Quintessa’s body might have remained untouched, but her heart had turned to stone.

She’d witnessed even more filthy and vile scenes; compared to it, this was nothing to her. Quintessa smirked cynically to herself. It was just playing with men, after all.