Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Mrs. York, with a heart full of grievances, clung to Quintessa's arm as if she had finally found her comrade-in-arms in a battle for justice. Her pitiful demeanor was heartbreaking. Quintessa sighed. It was tough seeing an elderly lady like Mrs. York being pushed around at her age. Clearly, some folks thought they could take advantage of her kind nature and force her into a corner. Quintessa gave her shoulder a reassuring pat, "I'm here for you. What's there to worry about? It's just a piece of jewelry. Let me take a look."

Across from them, Vivian eyed Quintessa suspiciously, "And who might you be?"

Quintessa raised an eyebrow, "Who am I? None of your business. And you, borrowing jewelry from Mrs. York? Please, you don't even look like you could afford such fine things."

Think we'll back down because of that? Let me tell you,

on the table. The coffee splashed high, drenching Vivian's brand-new Louis

pulled out a couple of napkins to wipe her hands, "Oh, was that on purpose? My bad, it was an accident. Vivian, right? Since you're from the well-respected West family, you need not make a mountain out of a molehill for a bag. Surely, you're

with this jewelry. Not to brag, but my family specializes in these kinds of gems. I can spot a fake a

York watched Quintessa, feeling bewildered. Since when was

check it. Real or fake, it doesn't matter to

imperial diamond, and the craftsmanship is divine. Look at the quality of this diamond,

squeezed Mrs. York's hand under the table, reassuring