Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

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They are so insignificant; she can’t even be bothered to lift a finger.

Quintessa browsed around and saw #Snow trending again. She checked his Twitter, only to find he had posted yet another update, but this time, the picture was of two people embracing.

Against the strong light, they became silhouettes, the colors of the picture were intense and striking.

The comments under Snow’s tweet had exploded:

Everyone is crying: My beloved hubby really went public with his relationship, should I cry, or should I die?

But Snow’s fans were fiercely protective of their idol.

After their initial wails, they lined up in the comments to show their support, all replying: [I’ve cried my eyes out and paced my balcony, but in the end, I’ve calmed down. God Snow, just be happy.]

Quintessa couldn’t help but chuckle. Snow had stirred the pot with such mystery, staying silent amidst the swirling rumors.

After browsing for a bit more, she headed back to the set of “Requiem.” She knew that once this shoot wrapped up, “Whispers in the Wind” would be next on her schedule.

Quintessa thought about her high–profile return today and how it must’ve shaken up the Young family. She wondered how Sean was handling it all.

She switched to another SIM card and called Yolanda.

The call connected immediately, and before Quintessa could speak, Yolanda blurted out, “Thank goodness you called. I didn’t know how to reach you. There’s something I need to tell you.”

Quintessa could hear the urgency in her voice. “Go ahead.”

“I’m pregnant. Sean’s ecstatic. He bought me a house today, in my name, and told me to take good care of myself.”

Quintessa was taken aback. “And you? What do you think?”

Yolanda’s voice was pained. “I don’t want this baby. I don’t want it at all. What should I do?”

Quintessa looked at the ceiling. “You have to ask yourself this question. If keeping it would make you extremely unhappy, to the point you can’t bear it, then maybe it’s best to let go before the feelings grow too deep. But if you can’t bear to do that, then keep it. Once it’s all over, find a place where no one knows you and live a good life with your child.”

A child was something nobody expected.

After a long silence, Yolanda asked, “What would you do if you were me? Would you keep it?”

Quintessa considered for a moment. “If it were me, I think I’d keep the child.”

“Why?”

Quintessa shared, “I’d want my child to taste the happiness I never had.”

The only warmth Quintessa had known came from her mother. To her, “Mom” was a sacred word. No one

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would probably believe she wanted to be a mother herself.

Yolanda’s crying voice came though the phone. “I want to, but I can’t keep this child. I would kill his father.

I can’t let my child grow up knowing their mother is a murderer, that their father killed their mother’s own sister. This child shouldn’t be born; there’s too much sin involved.”

Yolanda was torn, but she was right.

This child should not be born.

Quintessa didn’t offer much comfort, “Alright, but since you’ve made this decision, use it wisely. Follow my lead, and we’ll make sure Sean’s household burns brighter than ever.”