Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

From the moment Alexander laid eyes on Quintessa earlier today, only a little over an hour has passed. Yet, for him, it felt like seasons had come and gone. Deep down, he harbored a hope that what transpired between Quintessa and Tyrone was merely one-sided, from Tyrone's end. He clung to the belief that Quintessa was unwilling.

But now, Quintessa had driven a dagger straight through his heart with her actions.

Tyrone was well aware that Quintessa was using him as a pawn, but in this scenario, he was willing. If being a pawn meant fending off a strong rival for her affection, he was more than ready. Even if Quintessa hadn't made a move, Tyrone harbored this intention, determined to make Alexander back off for good.

After releasing Tyrone, Quintessa turned to Alexander and said, "I want fame; I want to be the hottest actress in the country, who could stand on the highest award platforms. Obviously you can't give me what I want,, but he can. Don't try to find me or understand me anymore. We can't be friends." "Let alone lovers." she added silently to herself.

Tyrone wrapped his arm around Quintessa's waist and said to Alexander, "We'll be taking off. See ya. Tell Uncle and Aunt I said goodbye; since my mom's feeling under the weather, we're heading out."

As Tyrone and Quintessa turned to leave, Alexander called out, "Quintessa."

But Quintessa simply said, "Go back to Serenitia."

Watching Tyrone lead Quintessa away, both dressed in matching black outfits, they seemed so in sync, like a couple made for each other.

A pang of pain grew in Alexander's heart. To the fading figures in the night, he whispered, "But I was willing to wait for you."

He knew that Tyrone might not offer her love or happiness, but he could.

Quietly approaching Alexander, Rachel said, "Thanks for today, Mr. Harrington, I'll never forget your kindness."

Alexander just walked away without a word, as if he didn't hear her.

Rachel clutched the fabric of her cleaning uniform, gritting her teeth.

The car ride was eerily quiet, with Mrs. York's eyes darting between the two young people, her gaze alight with the flames of gossip.

Mrs. York remarked, "So, you're not

satisfied with snagging my son, and

are now entangling with a All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Harrington kid too. You real too

much."

Quintessa smirked, "Like I told you, I'm attractive and skilled at drawing men in if I want, no man is out of reach. You've only seen Alexander. Give it time, and I'll show you more."

Mrs. York's face flushed with indignation, "You're shameless!"

Laughing, Quintessa replied, "Exactly, or how else would I end up with your son?"

"You two... Humph, birds of a feather," Mrs. York snorted, and turned her head away.

Quintessa's smile slowly faded.

Tyrone, who had been focused on driving, didn't engage in their bickering. He was calm, almost like he was part of the backdrop.

Upon reaching the York residence, Tyrone opened the door, letting Mrs. York out first, then extended the same courtesy to Quintessa, "Your stop."

As she stepped out, Quintessa

caught Tyrone's arm, and turned to

Mrs. York, "Auntie, I'm borrowing your son for the night. I'll return him by tomorrow."

Mrs. York looked on guard, "What are you planning?"

Quintessa smiled, "Don't worry, I won't bite."