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!”

marry well someday,” another person

sweet of you to say, but Lorelai is just an

three days. after the wedding. After that, Anastasia and Elliot returned

Elliot had plenty of work piled up for him at the company. In stark contrast, Anastasia had a

wedding. However, the exclusivity of the event meant that the media did not have much information

a villa close to Elliot’s as a temporary dwelling place. Initially, Sophia wanted to go back to visit her parents, but Arthur refused to let her do so. As such, she ended up following

instructors dropped by the villa to specifically teach and guide Sophia on the ways of upper-class societies.

would be better for everyone if she remained as carefree as she had always been, unbridled

the instructors were dedicated to their jobs, and they carried out the lessons according to a strict plan. Sophia ended up spending two hours each day learning how to stand, walk

by the house, and she wondered if the young master truly believed in such things, or if

a medium had apparently thrown a seance to communicate with Arthur’s grandfather’s

that he would go to the location and scope things out for

her aching shoulder while walking up the stairs

then

rub,” he answered curtly as he cast

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