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.

across her face, “Another role? Without this Hans, there’s still others,

“Quinn.”

won’t let myself be

Quintessa felt the buzz of alcohol setting in. She fished a pack of cigarettes from

the men’s restroom. The light was dim; she couldn’t distinguish his face, and only see his lips move as if he was on a

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

buddy, got a

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

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

lightheadedness. She chuckled non–stop at the words, proudly jutting out her C–cup chest, “Hey, you

to her face. Quintessa leaned in to light her cigarette,

“Want one?”

“No, I’m good.

and cold, their red hue bright and shiny, with a seductive, nameless allure that felt eerily

aphrodisiac, heating her up,