Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Cecilia was fuming, flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. It wasn't typical for a mother to interrupt her son's feast. But worry had driven her to it, fearing that the person with him was none other than that little vixen. And to her dismay, her suspicions were confirmed.

She shot Quintessa a glare, "You're making things up. You just got here; it couldn't have finished so fast."

Quintessa casually draped an arm over Tyrone's shoulder, "Oh, but why not? Your son's always been quick."

Tyrone, already short on patience, darkened at her words. Quick? He hadn't even gotten to the good part yet. How could she say he was quick?

Tyrone turned around and his face immediately darkened.

Quintessa was wearing one of his oversized T-shirts, no one knows how she found it so quickly.

The men's clothes hung on her like a dress, making her look even more fragile and petite. She leaned forward, allowing him to look down the collar from his angle, seeing everything at a glance. Her slender and straight legs, as tender as newly sprouted willow branches in early spring.

This version of Quintessa reignited the flame Tyrone's mom had momentarily doused.

said, "Who are you calling

teasing, "You, obviously. Did I say something

taken aback, began

you say you made something delicious?

back to reality, Cecilia asserted, "I made it for my son,

undeterred and pulled Cecilia towards the kitchen, "Oh, come on, it's all the

arms, "Stop pulling me. The

it off,

to be seeing a

son

smitten, after

up

furious that she couldn't utter a

words. Her son was right; she

their way downstairs, Tyrone's face

was I thinking? A hotel would have been better than