Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Sophia turned to look at Arthur and asked, “Hey, do you know what the ocean said to the shore?”

He narrowed his eyes as he pondered on this, and his curiosity was piqued when he could not think of an answer. “What did the ocean say to the shore?”

“Nothing, it just waved!” She burst into laughter, clearly amused by her own silly humor.

Just then, Arthur sputtered and started laughing, and at once, the moon lost all its beauty.

Sophia gaped at him with wide eyes, entirely stunned by his pearly whites and his open smile. He looked carefree and captivating.

In truth, he was rather astonished by how her laughter, which was in no way demure or ladylike, only prompted his

own. Son of a gun, he thought.

At that moment, her brows raised in amusement as she tilted her head to one side and appraised him openly. No woman had ever looked at him like he was a piece of art on full public display. before. Because of that, he grew self conscious and quickly asked, “What are you staring at?”

She giggled. “You. You’re quite the looker.”

As though wanting to get back at her for making him laugh earlier, he scoffed and pointed out haughtily, “Yeah, and I’m way out of your league.”

help arguing, “I never wanted you to be in my league in the first

Sophia mutter triumphantly, “I think it’d be more accurate to say I’m way out of your league. Always will

icy look at her over

want to lose either. Her quick wit made her retort, “And by the time you make me yours, wouldn’t you be mine as well? So, I win

her idea of a pick-up line. He scoffed primly and refused to be lured into this ridiculous banter. “Don’t flatter yourself. I

to the question of who’s out of whose league,” she said without missing a beat as a devious smirk tugged on her lips. “But it looks like we’ve come

into a grim line and

think I ever got your name. Think we’re close enough to be on a first-name basis, yes?” Sophia asked, leaning forward as

withhold this information

She tried it out in her head and decided that it had a good ring to it, then pressed further, “So, did you grow up in the city or are you from out

living abroad with my

was little,” he

were born with a silver spoon in your mouth,” she followed

do you say

most prim and-proper

never heard that description being used on him, and he wondered briefly if

another yacht, Katrina had her eyes set on Jacob. She had heard that he was the second young master of the Presgrave Family, and while his fortune or

he still made for

hand. She was a model with a slender figure that had curves in all the right places and a pretty face to boot. Besides, Jacob was never one

“Sure,” he said agreeably.