Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152 

Backstage, Violet was a bundle of nerves as she tried to soothe Quintessa. “Don’t be jittery, Quinn. Once you’re out there, just flash that gorgeous smile of yours. Be confident in your looks; you’re stunning. I’ve briefed you on the possible questions the press might ask, just stick to our script.” 

Quintessa glanced at her reflection, her red lips curling into a smile. “What’s there to be nervous about? I’ve waited so long for this moment, and it’s finally here. I’m more excited than anything. You, on the other 

hand, might want to dab that sweat off your forehead 

With a start, Violet touched her forehead and found it drenched. “I guess I’m just sweating bullets for you. You’ve never faced the press formally before, and here you are, about to dive into the deep end. And I can’t be up there with you.” 

Quintessa gave her a serious look. “When have you ever known me to be scared?” 

Violet shook her head; having known Quinn for two years, she’d come to realize that there was a vitality in her, an indomitable spirit that seemed to rise even stronger when faced with adversity. 

There was a knock at the door and an urgent voice followed: “Ms. Young, it’s showtime.” 

Quintessa stood up, and with a nod to Violet, she said, “Here goes nothing.” 

Violet swallowed hard, “I should be the one saying that to you.” 

Manny piped up quickly, “Go get ‘em, Quinn. You’re gonna kill it.” 

With a smile and a lift of her elegant dress, Quintessa stepped out. 

With her head held high, and chest puffed out, Quinn walked onto what was to become her battlefield. 

Her journey was truly beginning at this moment. 

Out front, the host was working the crowd like a pro, turning the media frenzy into something resembling a fan meet–and–greet; the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. 

“Who will our leading lady be? The reveal is just moments away.” 

The crowd was abuzz with anticipation when suddenly, the stage darkened and the lights danced mysteriously. Quintessa was seated on a throne–like chair, suspended by steel wires, which gently descended to the stage. 

With her back to the media the whole time, the chair touched down amidst gasps of awe. Then, as if on cue, Director Cooper and the leading man Quennel approached her with gentlemanly grace, each extending a hand. 

Quinn placed her hands lightly in theirs and stood up slowly. 

As she turned, every light and camera in the place zeroed in on her. 

It was like unveiling a masterpiece, and in that instant, Quinn shone brightly. 

An audible wave of astonishment swept through the crowd; many of them were so captivated that they even forgot to snap pictures. 

Quinn’s smile was flawless. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant black dress with just a hint of shoulder; with her fair skin glowing and her wavy hair cascading down, her figure was simply 

mesmerizing. Her beauty, as Director Cooper had once remarked, was aggressive, impossible to ignore.