Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 56

She wasn’t playing hard to get; that was all.

Snow returned to the house he hadn’t visited in ages, never expecting a chance encounter would bring such entertainment.

Early in the morning, Quintessa was rudely awakened by the relentless ringing of her cellphone.

Groggy, she felt her head aching from the persistent noise. Curious as to who could be calling, she stumbled around the room, eventually finding the culprit. It was the phone Tyrone had given her the day before.

“Damn it.” She grumbled, ruffling her hair in frustration. “Didn’t I turn this thing off yesterday? How’d it turn back on by itself?”

It must’ve been set to automatically power on in the morning. Annoyed, Quintessa picked up the phone to see Tyrone’s number flashing on the screen.

Her first instinct was to hang up immediately. But no sooner had she ended the call than the phone rang again.

didn’t answer, Tyrone – that son of a gun – wouldn’t let her off the hook.

a deep breath, Quintessa answered

“Hello.”

you actually picked

cold, condescending voice, she couldn’t help but scoff internally, glossing it over leisurely, “What are you on about? Why wouldn’t I answer? You make it sound like I’ve

guilty for ignoring Tyrone’s calls. Why should she jump

she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction

chase. Gave in too easily, and how could she enamor him in the

choosing his outfit from the closet with the other. His face was a mask of calm, betraying nothing except for the tight grip on his phone – a clear sign of his simmering

knew Quintessa was bold enough to stand him up last night, but hearing her speak so nonchalantly

of

life where if he said “yes“, nobody dared say “no” in his presence. Quintessa had kept him waiting all night, and he wasn’t going to let it slide

had done anything wrong. Not a hint of an apology, acting as if she never intended to show up last night – as if she

“Quintessa, you’re quite something. Do you really think these

from the fridge, “You flatter me, Mr. York, but haven’t you

closet door shut, “You never planned on showing up last