Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 353

Today’s shoot was indoors, featuring Reuben and the second lead male. Both were handsome, their acting skills may not be exceptional, but they managed to keep the audience engaged without breaking the illusion.

The set was hushed, with only the sound of their lines being spoken.

Quintessa moved quietly to Director Cooper.

Director Cooper was focused on the monitor. After a few minutes, he called out, “Prepare for the next scene!”

Seeing Quintessa, the director said, “Quinn, you go over your lines, get changed, and do your make-up. You’re on in about an hour.”

“Okay, director. Thank you.”

Director Cooper gave her a pat on the shoulder, “Everyone’s been working hard. Let’s give it our all for this last week, then we can wrap. Oh, I forgot to congratulate you.”

Quintessa was confused. Congratulations? For what?

The rest of the cast and crew were also congratulating her, leaving her bewildered.

Reuben approached her with a smile, “Hey, sis, congrats! You looked absolutely stunning!”

“What? Why is everyone congratulating me?”

“Don’t you know? The music video you did with God Snow went online today. Twitter’s blowing up.”

Quintessa’s eyes widened as she quickly pulled out her phone. She first noticed a message from Snow on WhatsApp, along with a couple of missed calls, all during the time she had a breakdown in the afternoon when she didn’t have her phone with her.

The camera slowly panned to Quintessa, and then the music started—Snow’s unique voice bringing tears to the eyes alongside the instrumental.

Snow was truly talented. The amateur shots, post-editing, turned into aesthetically pleasing scenes, each frame wallpaper-worthy, with the music being the soul of the video.

Quintessa retweeted Snow’s post. She had an obligation to promote it, after all, it would boost her own popularity.

She then picked up the script to memorize her lines.

Manny, out of breath, arrived: “Sis, sorry I’m late. Let’s start on your makeup.”

Quintessa pointed to the chair beside her, “No problem, take a breather. There’s no rush for makeup.”