Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Violet’s hand paused mid–air, the words from Quintessa hitting her like a ton of bricks, stirring a discomfort in her heart, “You’re right. It’s tough. Which is why we gotta hustle. Wait till you hit the big time. Then we’ll see who dares step on you.”

Quintessa laughed, “Yeah, once I make it, I’ll fricking finish them all.”

Despite her fuller figure, Violet was known for her swift and decisive actions.

The very next evening, she arranged a meet–up at a swanky restaurant, co–owned by celebrities, to introduce Quintessa to her old friend.

Violet reassured Quintessa, “My friend just shared some amazing news with me. She said. they suddenly got a hefty investment from a major corporation. The budget woes are gone, just like that. And with promotion and post–production fully funded, we don’t have a thing to worry about regarding your role.”

Quintessa nodded. Violet’s old friend was a female director named Laura Cooper, a woman in her forties with a sharp bob cut, quite slender, sporting glasses that gave her a distinctly artsy vibe..

Upon seeing Quintessa, she exclaimed, “Violet, you had such a gem hidden up your sleeve! No wonder you were bold enough to leave Radiant Entertainment.”

“All I’ve got is what you see.” Violet admitted, “I’m starting from scratch, so I’m counting on

your support.”

Quintessa was dressed to the nines that day, exuding elegance over her usual sultry appearance. She greeted respectfully, “Hello, Director Cooper. I’m Quintessa. I look forward to working with you.”

“Of course, of course. Anyone Violet believes in can’t be less than stellar.‘”

Violet and Director Cooper were close friends and could speak freely since there were no other people with them.

Director Cooper was genuinely keen to help Violet, telling Quintessa, “The producer and screenwriter will join us shortly. It’ll be good for you to meet them.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Quintessa replied.

Before long, the producer and screenwriter arrived. Quintessa stood up, readying her most amicable smile, but it faltered when she saw the man who followed them in.

Laura quickly rose to her feet, saying, “Mr. York, you here to take lunch also?” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Tyrone offered a casual smile, “Heard you were dining here and thought I’d say hello.”

Director Cooper hurriedly introduced him to Violet and Quintessa, “This is Tyrone York, our project’s financier.”

17:04

It was beyond Director Cooper’s wildest dreams that the York Financial Group would Invest in their modest production. And for Tyrone, the heir to the York family, to be mingling with them cordially felt surreal, like something out of a fairy tale.

Quintessa summoned all her composure to refrain from lashing out at Tyrone.

Tyrone, the York family’s son, dining here? That was a joke if she’d ever heard one. It now made sense why Violet mentioned a major sponsorship secured that day – it was all Tyrone’s doing.

Quintessa was curious to see what his angle was.

After Violet exchanged pleasantries with Tyrone, she sensed Quintessa’s mood and discreetly tugged at her sleeve, whispering, “Quinn.”

Quintessa flashed her signature smile, perfectly balanced for an initial encounter.

“Mr. York, a pleasure. I’m Quintessa Young,” she greeted.

Tyrone’s lips, tinged with a subtle red, curved, “Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Young.”

He extended his hand. Quintessa’s teeth clenched in silent fury, as she realized just how much the Youngs must despise her.