Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa gazed at the array of fruits before her and quipped, "Looks like you're aiming to stir up a storm."

Feeding someone is an intimate gesture, which is reserved only for those closest to you. Yet, Quintessa didn't feel that close to Snow. They were barely friends, let alone besties. Snow held his pose, with his gaze locked onto Quintessa's eyes. "No, why don't you consider that maybe I want to turn this act into something real?"

Quintessa smirked, "The internet's buzzing with rumors that I'm a gold digger, a mistress, that I had a teenage pregnancy. You sure you want to get real with me?" Snow flashed Quintessa a grin, "The internet once had me pegged as gay, a gigolo, the darling of wealthy women. Makes us quite a pair, don't you think?"

His experiences served as a reminder to Quintessa that every celebrity had their days of being dragged through the mud.

Suddenly, Quintessa laughed, "Just from hearing that, it seems we might be a match. But,"

Snow kept fixing his eyes on her, "But what? My arm's getting sore here, and we've got an audience. Give me some face, will ya?" Instead of taking a bite, Quintessa grabbed the fork and took over, "But I see you as a brother. Don't get any ideas about hitting on me." Snow roared with laughter, "You got it all wrong. I've got plenty of bros. What I'm lacking now is a girlfriend. Interested?"

here?" Violet's voice suddenly cut through the tension, which eased Quintessa's

relief, Quintessa looked up to see Violet jogging over, "Where'd you

later." Violet smiled warmly at Snow, "Sir, we owe you big time for helping Quinn dodge the bullet with those rumors. Thank you so much." Snow felt a pang of regret. He had mustered the

stood up, all politeness, "No thanks needed. I have

to attend to. I'll take my leave now, but I'll come by again when I have time." "Hey, Great Snow

we'll touch base

Snow was out of earshot, Violet prodded, "What

lacking a girlfriend and wondered if I was interested. Think I should

instantly, "Of course not. You're

"Now what?"

"Ahem. Never mind!"

say it: I've sold you out. You're Tyrone's now, and that's why you can't be anyone else's