Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 58

Quintessa leaned forward, closing the gap between her and Snow, her hand reaching out to pluck off Snow’s sunglasses, “Settle down? Who would dare marry a woman like me? You?”

Snow’s eyes were slightly rounded and vivid, strikingly beautiful. His gaze reflected Quintessa’s face as he pinched her chin playfully, “Sure, I’d dare to marry you. But the real question is, would you dare to marry me?”

Just as the elevator doors slid open, Violet stepped out to witness the scene, immediately feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over her. She cleared her throat, “Ahem.”

Violet’s interruption provided an escape for Quintessa, who straightened up as Snow dropped his hand.

Quintessa asked, “What brings you here, Violet? I was just about to call you.”

Violet replied, discomforted, “I was worried you might oversleep, so I came to pick you up.”

Internally, Violet rolled her eyes. Quintessa was such a sly fox, unabashed and bold, making her, the unintended witness, feel like the one who was embarrassed.

stepped into the elevator together, Snow asked Quintessa, “Ride with

let Quinn ride with me. With the paparazzi always on your

his

Manny started

in Violet’s studio, and Manny often wore many hats there. He handed Quintessa a paper bag with a burrito and a soy latte inside, “I got you some breakfast, just the usual

been years since anyone had bought her breakfast,

“Thanks, I’m starving.”

Quintessa added, “Next time, ask them to load up on the hot sauce; I like

enthusiastically, “Sure

until Quintessa finished eating, and then she finally spoke up, “Did Great Snow Jackson just say he’ll marry you?”

a couple of mints into her mouth to freshen her breath, “Do you seriously trust what a man, who you barely know and is clearly just trying to get you into

right; never trust a man’s words.”

poked Quintessa on the forehead, “But you little minx, flirting with everyone. You’ve got Mr. York

me, so why not flirt a bit?

succeed, to never again live in fear or be at the mercy of someone else’s

by a thirst for revenge.