Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 28

Quintessa took a deep breath and slowly extended her hand for a brief, firm handshake with Tyrone.

In front of the director, she couldn’t afford to make a scene with Tyrone. This was her shot, and she had to seize it. Plus, she didn’t want to put Violet in a tight spot.

Since Tyrone was playing the stranger, there was no point in calling him out. Revenge could wait. It wasn’t a dish best served immediately.

Quintessa intended only a quick touch before withdrawing, but to her surprise, as soon as she made contact with Tyrone’s hand, he seized it tightly, refusing to let go. When she was about to lose her cool, he finally released her.

As he let go, Tyrone’s fingers trailed across Quintessa’s palm in a way that made her feel sick.

Everyone there was sharp enough to sense the tension between the two, but they all pretended not to notice.

a portly middle–aged man with a bald head that gave him a slightly sleazy look, chimed in, “Mr. York, have you dined yet? If not, care to join

replied, “Sounds

that bitter pill

took the seat to Quintessa’s right,

seated, Quintessa casually pulled out a pack of wet wipes from her purse and began to clean her hands meticulously, rubbing until they were almost

narrowed slightly.

settled in, discussions about the movie’s locations, shooting, and casting began; over thirty minutes passed, and everyone was sweating from relishing the hot dishes, except Tyrone, who remained

the York family never shared common dishes with others; he found it distasteful.

would he touch the likes of greasy burgers or buffalo wings what

was accustomed to the finest – Solaceia foie gras, Beluga caviar, and white

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fussy he was. Or as she’d put it- she’d never seen a

her glass of fiery bourbon and swallowed it, feeling the

scumbag Tyrone right in front of her