Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Men flirting, it seemed, was a universal game.

Snow said, “I’ll have my agent get in touch with you. I hope we can shoot this as soon as possible.”

Violet nodded enthusiastically, “Absolutely, we’re ready anytime.” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Snow said, “Goodbye, I’ve got to run.”

Quintessa, still groggy from sleep, was dragged in by Violet, “This is amazing, just amazing. Great Snow Jackson is truly a gem. I used to think he was all arrogance and ego, but he’s actually pretty decent.”

Yawning, Quintessa mumbled, “But why do I get the feeling he’s trying to hit on me?”

Violet poked her forehead, “Even if he is trying to hit on you, you’d better jump at the chance to shoot that music video. We’re talking about Snow Jackson here; do you even realize?”

Quintessa shivered, suddenly fully awake, exclaiming, “Wait, you’re saying he’s Snow Jackson?”

“Come to your senses?”

Quintessa murmured, “Yeah, I’m awake now. Snow Jackson.”

Snow was a legend in the music scene for the past decade. At sixteen, he debuted with a hit that skyrocketed; after that, when recorded music gradually lapsed, most singers were struggling for their career, yet he continued to break the million album sales mark with each release. His concerts always drew massive crowds.

What did a million copies mean in today’s market? Snow nearly monopolized every music award.

Beyond his classic hits, there was another reason for his fame – the man was undeniably handsome, setting trends left and right. No wonder he had a swarm of young girls head over heels for him, earning him the nickname – God Snow.

Back in her naive days, Quintessa too had been smitten with him.

Violet pinched Quintessa’s arm, “That’s right, the Snow Jackson! You’re getting a shot to debut with his music video. That’s a great starting point.”

Quintessa nodded. It was more than great; it was fantastic. Her spirits reignited with ambition. God truly hadn’t abandoned her.

Her memories of Snow were of a young, handsome, edgy genius with a wild streak. But last night, that man on the balcony, tangled with a woman, suggesting a casual hook–up with her.

Quinteasa Taughed, shaking her head. Indeed, this idol of hers was m

from a distance.

Before leaving, Violet handed her a slightly used smartphone, “Use this for now. Once you start earning, you can buy a better one. The number’s new. Get some rest today; fil pick you up tomorrow morning.”

Quintessa shrugged, “Okay.”

Regardless, the prospect of shooting Snow’s music video was thrilling for Quintessa. His name alone was a golden ticket, sure to boost her career.

She didn’t care whether he was interested in her or not. If there was an opportunity to be utilized, she would seize it. Her goals had never wavered, and she was ready to use whatever meant necessary.

At night, Quintessa received an email from Serenitia.

After reading the email, a smile crossed her stunning face, which seemed almost venomous with deep– seated hate.

She picked up the smartphone and made a call; the number was from the email.

After a few rings, the call connected.

Quintessa spoke, “Is this Yolanda Temple?”

A brief pause on the other end, “Yes, it’s me. May I ask who’s calling?”