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 person

said, “That’s very sweet of

guests had left three days. after the wedding. After that, Anastasia and Elliot returned to the

to school soon, and Elliot had plenty of work piled up for him at the company. In stark contrast, Anastasia had a lot of free time on her hands, and she had seen the

event meant that the media did not have much information to proceed with, and the journalists dared not use it

bought himself a villa close to Elliot’s as a temporary dwelling place. Initially, Sophia wanted to go back to visit her parents, but Arthur

the ways of upper-class societies. Thus, beginning the first steps

splurging on unnecessary things because she thought it would be better for everyone if

a strict plan. Sophia ended up spending two hours each day learning how to stand, walk and sit properly. At the end of each lesson, she was exhausted and found herself questioning her own

Arthur would be upstairs doing heaven knows-what. Occasionally, fortune tellers would drop by the house, and she wondered if the young master truly believed in such things, or if he was helplessly

in the living room of the second floor, a medium had apparently thrown a seance to communicate with Arthur’s grandfather’s

would go to the location and scope

shoulder while walking up the stairs when she suddenly heard Arthur calling out to her, “Sophia,

him, then asked, “Is there

as he cast her

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