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!”

she’ll marry well someday,”

hearing this, Kendra smiled and said, “That’s very sweet of

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

plenty of work piled up for him at the company. In stark contrast, Anastasia had a lot of free time on

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

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

day, two world-class etiquette instructors dropped by the villa to specifically teach and guide Sophia on the ways

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

according to a strict plan. Sophia ended up spending two hours each day learning how to stand, walk

these lessons, 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

room of the second floor, a medium had apparently thrown a seance to communicate with Arthur’s grandfather’s spirit in order to pinpoint the location the old man best preferred to be laid to

the medium, Arthur decided that he would go

shoulder while walking

him, then

curtly as

rub his shoulders, kneading out the tense muscles as he closed his eyes and disengaged with the rest