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.

role? Without

“Quinn.”

I won’t let myself be

of alcohol setting in. She fished a pack of cigarettes from her purse and put one between her

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

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

“Hey buddy, got

her vision blurring; she tried to get a better look at

nearby private room, á man burst out cursing, “Damn it, I paid good money, and all I get is a saline bag? What the heck. I swear I’ll file a complaint about this!”

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

close to her face. Quintessa leaned in to light her

“Want one?”

“No, I’m good.

his lips clearly- thin and cold, their red hue bright and shiny, with a seductive, nameless allure that

seemed to morph into an aphrodisiac, heating her up, muddling her