Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

The camera was perfectly set up, and Quintessa stood in front of it, getting a last-minute touch-up from the makeup artist. A few steps away, Jonathan caught her side glance. There was something about him, an air of grace that seemed to have settled over him through the years, a presence that was both calm and distinguished. "Still waters run deep"; that phrase fit him perfectly.

Quintessa smiled to herself. The city was flooded with trendy guys, but men like Jonathan were rare jewels. No wonder Cynthia was head over heels for him, lost in a whirlwind of emotions.

Director Frost pointed out an issue with the set design, urging the prop master for a quick fix. Jonathan approached, his period costume adding an aura of nobility to his demeanor; he asked, "Were you sneaking a peek at me just now?"

As the makeup artist quickly excused herself, Quintessa lightly touched her hairpin and responded with a lazy tone, "You're overthinking. I wasn't sneaking peeks; I was studying you."

Jonathan gave a curious look, "And what did your study find?"

Thinking of Cynthia, Quintessa looked up at Jonathan's gentle and handsome face, saying with a smile, "Actually, I did find something. Jonathan, you've still got it."

Jonathan paused, "What do you mean?"

Quintessa winked at him, "Exactly what it sounds like."

Once the set was ready, the director called for action. This scene was a late addition, but Quintessa and Jonathan, already having a good understanding of each other, worked well together. Their scenes usually only required one take unless there were other complications. That was why the crew enjoyed watching them perform - it was not only a feast for the eyes but also it proceeded fast.

Amidst Jonathan's tender gaze, the director called cut.

Quintessa, leaning into Jonathan's embrace, said, "Jonathan, you can let go now."

Jonathan's arm was still around her waist, causing Quintessa to lose her balance slightly.

Jonathan chuckled, "This would be the perfect moment for you to seduce me."

Quintessa didn't budge, and their awkward stance drew curious looks from others. She rolled, "Are you trying to compete with your nephew now?"

Jonathan laughed, "Considering the

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rumors swirling around you and Snow, and seeing my nephew's lack of action, it seems you two might as well call it quits."

"Jonathan, I don't find that joke very funny."

The assistant director awkwardly called out, "Mr. Winters, you're up next."

Jonathan, a bit regretful, released Quintessa, whispering in her ear before he left, "Actually, I'm looking forward to tomorrow's scene."

Quintessa frowned, wondering what scene he meant.

Turning around, she saw Cynthia staring at her, pale-faced. Quintessa rolled her eyes, bracing herself to be labeled the villainess yet again.

The next day, Quintessa finally

understood what Jonathan meant. The director handed her a page of new dialogue for a scene involving her, Jonathan, and Cynthia. Reading through it, Quintessa exhaled sharply. That sly old man.

As shooting commenced, Quintessa stood up, leaving her script behind.

Tyrone, having just landed, rushed to the set, hoping for a warm welcome from Quintessa.

However, the moment he arrived, he

saw Quintessa casting sultry

glances at Jonathan, their intimacy striking a nerve. That wasn't all;

something they said led to Jonathan suddenly pulling her close and

kissing her. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Tyrone thought to himself, "What the heck!"