Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"Alright, we're leaving then."

"Bye Auntie."

Tyrone reached to take the cosmetics from Quintessa's hand, and the two left.

Mrs. York snorted at the sound of the car starting outside, "Ungrateful kids."

Wilma was clearing the dinner table and said, “Ma'am, you actually like Ms. Young, don't you?"

"What? No. I just think, she's had it rough, losing her mom at such a young age and growing up with a stepmom. The Yates family, they're all trouble, she must have had a hard time as a kid. But the thing is, Ty likes her. If he likes her, as his mother, I can't stand in the way, can I? Besides she's quite formidable. If they do end up together, she might just keep that wild boy in line."

Wilma nodded with a smile, "You're right, ma'am."

Mrs. York stretched lazily, exhausted. She'd been shopping all day and had a spat with the Alexander couple, which had been mentally draining. She was exhausted now.

"I'll go upstairs and lie down for a while. Wilma, remember to go to the supermarket tomorrow and get some ribs, pick good ones."

"Alright!"

set yet. The skyline was dotted with towering buildings, and the roads were bustling in this modern city.

passing vehicles outside,

He glanced at Quintessa and said, "There's something I've got to tell you. I'm not a

Quintessa turned, puzzled, "Huh?"

lost two Paganis in a bet, but a few days later, I won back four.

paused for a moment, wondering why he was explaining

"Yeah, you're pretty

was undeniable. Mr. Tyrone York was known for his shrewd business acumen and unmatched ability to make money. Dealing with him in business meant

he could make money, that he wasn't a spendthrift, and

wealth

not

able to support them in the

hadn't grasped the full meaning of his

the set, Quintessa was about to get out of the car, but Tyrone

I need to

looked at him,

soft, pitch-black eyes, as if