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

hearing this, Kendra smiled and said, “That’s very sweet of you to say, but Lorelai

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

go back to school soon, and Elliot had plenty of work piled up for him at the company. In stark contrast,

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

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

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

would be better for everyone if she remained as carefree as she had always been, unbridled by the stuffy rules of

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

wondered if the young master truly believed in

living 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

would go to the location and scope things

just said goodbye to her instructors. She was rubbing her aching shoulder while walking

herself before him, then asked, “Is there something you need help

as

to rub his shoulders, kneading out the tense muscles as