Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“Of course! You can bring me those sketches anytime,” Anastasia agreed with a smile.

“Really? Thank you so much, Mrs.. Presgrave!” Lorelai nodded earnestly, then continued, “I’m designing the jewelry for a friend of mine as a gift. With your feedback, I’m sure the gift will be perfect for her!”

Anastasia asked curiously, “Did you ever go to design school?”

“No, I’m just doing this as a hobby, which is rare for me. I picked it up and I fell in love with it, but I didn’t, like, receive professional instruction or anything like that. I guess that’s what sets you and me apart, huh?” Lorelai replied modestly.

Laughing, Anastasia said, “Well, I’d rather you keep this up as a hobby. It can be cabng if you turn a hobby into full fledged work.”

Lorelai chuckled as well. “Yeah, I guess you have a point.”

At that moment, someone at the dining table caught sight of the piano sitting in the corner and started pushing Lorelai to perform a tune. The girl very obligingly walked over to the grand-looking instrument and took her seat, then started playing a song with the sort of quiet grace that lulled everyone into a trance. While the melody carried on, someone said in a low voice, “Lorelai sure is talented. She could be a maestro if she wanted!”

sure she’ll marry well someday,” another

and said, “That’s very sweet of you

after the wedding. After that, Anastasia and Elliot returned to the Presgrave Residence

at the company. In stark contrast, Anastasia had a lot of free time on her hands, and she had seen the press

media did not have much information to proceed with, and the

to go back to visit her parents, but Arthur refused to let her do so. As such, she ended up

villa to specifically teach and guide Sophia on the ways of upper-class societies. Thus, beginning the first steps of molding her into a

was admittedly frustrated by this. She wondered why Arthur was splurging on unnecessary things because she thought it would be better for everyone if she remained as carefree as she had always been, unbridled by the

they carried out the lessons according to a strict plan. Sophia ended up spending two hours each day learning how to stand,

she wondered if the young master

apparently thrown a seance to communicate with Arthur’s grandfather’s spirit in order to

that he would go to

rubbing her aching shoulder while walking up

she was told and presented herself before him, then asked, “Is there

curtly as he cast her a

him and began to rub his shoulders, kneading out the tense muscles as he