Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 18

Violet noticed her voice was a bit off, “Quinn, you’re not thinking of bailing, are you?”

“Balling? You must be joking.”

Quinn had walked a long way to get where she was, with no room for retreat. No matter the cost, she was determined to get what she wanted.

Bruised and battered, even at the brink of death, she wouldn’t hesitate. As long as those sleazes who had wronged her and her mother got their comeuppance, nothing else mattered to her.

Violet’s heart suddenly softened, “Quinn, maybe you should just drop it. Come back home, or I could come to get you. If you lose this role, I can still help you land another one.”

Quinn gazed at her reflection in the mirror, undeniably beautiful. At twenty–five, she was at the peak of her blooming youth.

fingers gently across her face, “Another role? Without this Hans,

“Quinn.”

let

fished a pack of cigarettes from her purse and put one between her lips, but after rummaging around,

tall figure standing by the men’s restroom. The light was dim; she couldn’t distinguish his face,

admiring his well–shaped mouth. It was irresistibly kissable, and there was

“Hey buddy,

up, slightly dizzy from the alcohol and her vision blurring; she tried to get a better look at his face but couldn’t

I paid good money, and all I get is a saline bag? What the heck. I swear I’ll file

clamor only added to Quintessa’s lightheadedness. She chuckled non–stop at the words, proudly jutting out her C–cup chest, “Hey, you think these are saline bags?”

life, brought close to her face. Quintessa leaned in to

“Want one?”

“No, I’m good.

lips clearly- thin and cold, their red hue

alcohol in her veins seemed to morph into an aphrodisiac, heating her