Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 205

Being in a devilishly good mood, Quintessa was itching to push Tyrone's buttons.

The phone went dead silent, but even through the screen, Quintessa could feel the rage radiating off Tyrone.

"Where the hell are you?" Tyrone's voice was icy, and his grip on the phone was so tight that he was nearly crushing it.

Peering the reflection of herself in the mirror, Quintessa had a wicked smile, "Like I'd tell you. How else am I supposed to enjoy my night with the new guy I've hooked up with?"

Just imagining Tyrone fuming made Quintessa's mood even better.

Tyrone let out a cold laugh, "Fine, you just wait. You better hope he's tough enough to keep you safe."

Quintessa raised an eyebrow, "Waiting for you? What for, to watch me and another guy getting cozy? Dream on."

"Yeah, right. I'm not coming to watch. I'm coming to end you both," Tyrone snapped back.

"Be my guest. But it might be too late. It's a perfect night for a fling," Quintessa taunted before hanging up.

She flashed a charming smile at her reflection, "Let the show begin."

With her chin up, and wearing a perfect smile, Quintessa walked out, ready to witness the drama she had orchestrated.

Back at the party, Quintessa scanned the crowd, but did not spot Sean and his wife. They must've found a quiet corner to stir up some fun. She decided to let them be, so they could add a bit of spice to the atmosphere.

"What are you doing here? This isn't your place. Leave now," Miranda hissed, wishing she could just push Quintessa away but restrained herself in front of Jerome's parents.

Quintessa's smile was honey-sweet, "Why leave? We're practically sisters. And I should definitely meet your future in-laws, right?"

Turning to Mr. and Mrs. Lott, Quintessa beamed, "You must be Nathan and Fiona. I'm Quintessa, Miranda's sister. I bet she's mentioned me."

Fiona, her hair flawlessly styled, looked at Quintessa with disdain, "Oh, you're the Young family's little troublemaker, who always steal other people's boyfriends."

Unfazed by the direct insult, Quintessa had her smile widened, "Exactly! From middle school to college, my sister had 19 boyfriends, and I've snatched them all."