Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Manny shook his head, "I'd better do your makeup now. Your scene is coming up soon; we can't have any delays."

Manny's skills with makeup had grown remarkably. It was no longer like when he first started following Quintessa. Makeup on modern looks was easy, especially since Quintessa naturally had a great canvas to work on, making his job much quicker.

As he adjusted her makeup with some bronzer, Manny asked, "Sis, Violet said we should find another female assistant because sometimes I can't keep up with you alone, and there are things that are inconvenient for me as a man."

"Sure, hiring another assistant sounds good. It'll take some of the load off you."

Manny beamed, "Thanks, Quinn. And, uh, if I find someone suitable, can I introduce them?"

"Of course, but you know the conditions."

"Don't worry, Quinn. If they're not up to par, I won't even bring them over for you to see. Thanks sis."

Quintessa finished her makeup routine and shut her eyes, silently running through her lines until the director called, "Quinn, get ready."

She opened her eyes and got up.

After a long night of shooting that stretched into the early hours, Quintessa finally got back to the hotel, managed a quick shower, and fell into bed exhausted.

a face mask Mrs. York had given her. Slapping it on her face without much care for accuracy, she collapsed back onto

drifted off, she thought: keeping up with these daily face masks was

outside the Harmony Retreat all night, smoking and littering the ground

eyes were bloodshot, making

money, leading him to suspect she

deprived of rest all night, was now throbbing with

guard at the gatehouse wondered why, if this man was indeed Ms. Young's father, he didn't ever have

smoked the last cigarette in the pack, Sean got up, cast one last venomous look

had just woken up. Rachel could

neighborhood entrance, didn't you?

say anything, his face cold

promised you money but didn't

to help you or our family is impossible, unless we

I know you've been investigating her lately. Have you

night and a night of smoking, Sean's voice was harsh and unpleasant

yet, but I have a feeling it won't be

doorbell rang. The two exchanged glances. Who

went to answer it, finding several people in police uniforms standing outside, which