Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

She hadn’t expected Tyrone to do such a thing for her.

Talk about clout!

To have Tyrone step up for her was no small feat. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She had her lips curled into a smirk; her chances of winning Tyrone over just got a little bit better.

Holding her phone, Quintessa stared at Tyrone’s number.

Should she call? For a guy like Snow, was it worth reaching out to Tyrone?

If she called Tyrone now, it would be like admitting defeat. What she’d say doesn’t matter; the point is, making the first move would mean she’s bowing down first.

After ten minutes, Quintessa decided to postpone her trip to Zion City by a day and dialed Snow’s number. “Hey, Snow, you free today?” she asked casually.

“What’s up, trying to ask me out?” Snow’s voice was as cheeky as ever, light and unfazed.

Quintessa raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, up for it or what?”

Snow chuckled, feeling intrigued. “Well, I gotta say, I’m curious. I only do dates with hotties, anything else is pretty hard to get on my calendar. So, how you planning to woo me?”

Snow’s tone was breezy, almost carefree.

Quintessa couldn’t help but laugh, “Sorry to disappoint, but we’re talking about shooting a music video, not a date.”

There was a pause on the other end before Snow replied, “My album might get delayed, so the music video thing is on hold for now.”

Before Snow could finish, Quintessa cut in, “Don’t give me maybes. I’ll tell you straight: once I sink my teeth into something, I don’t let go. Even if someone snatches it from me, I snatch it right back. If you’re a man, give it to me straight.”

Her words struck a chord in Snow; it was something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He hesitated, “Even if I agree now, we don’t have a studio ready.”

“Who needs a studio? Grab your assistant and a camera.”

“Okay.”

Snow didn’t ask what Quintessa was up to. Both their companies were being eaten alive by the York Financial Group. Facing such a powerhouse, there was little resistance they could offer, and the takeover was inevitable. Snow’s album was completely on ice.

With things this far gone, there was no point in worrying about the details.

When they arrived at the location, Snow was stunned. It was a mountain of old cars; there was desolation as far as the eye could see, with an air of decay that seeped into one’s bones, along with a sense of helplessness.

Snow’s agent, Tony, pinched his nose and complained loudly, “Why are we in this gooxen place? It’s filthy!”

He gestured dramatically at Quintessa and bellowed, “What can we possibly shoot here with just us?”

Ignoring him, Quintessa simply said to Snow, “Let’s do this.”

Having worked on film sets abroad, Quintessa knew a thing or two about shooting. She wasn’t one to back down. No studio? She’d find a location. No photographer? She’d do it herself. It was just a music video, and she was determined to make it happen.

Snow was a creative genius. The moment he saw the place, he felt his heart skip a beat, as if he’d instantly captured the soul of his hit song.

He slung an arm around Quintessa’s neck, “Thanks, you’re a genius. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re one of a kind, I’d seriously consider hitting on you.”