Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Mrs. York had that classic love-hate vibe going on, you know? When she couldn't stand you, everything about you was off. But let her change her tune, and suddenly, you could do no wrong. And boy, did she have a fierce loyalty streak. Once she considered you part of her clan, like she did with Quintessa, forget about it. She wouldn't let anyone mess with you, especially not tolerate anyone throwing insults your way.

With her purse slung over her shoulder and her chin lifted in defiance, Mrs. York strode past Mrs. Harrington without a second glance.

Serena's heart skipped a beat. "Cecilia..." she called out in a panic.

Mrs. York paused, turned around, and added, "Oh, and another thing. Stop talking to me about 'old times.' Once we're back in Oakville, don't you dare show up at my door. I can't stand that fishy smell you carry around." By the time Mrs. York had walked away, Mrs. Harrington was pale with rage.

All these years, she'd worked her tail off to fit into high society, to become the kind of posh lady everyone envied. And yet, here was Cecilia, making her feel less worthy than an ant on the sidewalk.

Mrs. Harrington had tried so hard to keep her background a secret, thinking she had succeeded. Everyone believed she was from Oakville's elite. But now... her face burned with shame and anger. Mrs. York's words stung more than a slap across the face.

"Too much... This is too much..." Mrs. Harrington muttered under her breath.

eyes, said, "Mom, please don't be upset... If you fall ill, what am

York had disappeared. "Serena, just you wait. I'll make sure you marry into the York family, and no one can stop you." Serena

Harrington's grip

Cecilia, Quintessa, you'll see!

...

left, the hospital room finally

wanted to sleep but couldn't. Her mind was racing

her deal, running off to tell Alexander? Was she trying to get on

like that. What was she

struck her. No, it couldn't be that serious... could