Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Mrs. York had that classic love-hate vibe going on, you know? When she couldn't stand you, everything about you was off. But
let her change her tune, and suddenly, you could do no wrong. And boy, did she have a fierce loyalty streak. Once she
considered you part of her clan, like she did with Quintessa, forget about it. She wouldn't let anyone mess with you, especially
not tolerate anyone throwing insults your way.
With her purse slung over her shoulder and her chin lifted in defiance, Mrs. York strode past Mrs. Harrington without a second
glance.
Serena's heart skipped a beat. "Cecilia..." she called out in a panic.
Mrs. York paused, turned around, and added, "Oh, and another thing. Stop talking to me about 'old times.' Once we're back in
Oakville, don't you dare show up at my door. I can't stand that fishy smell you carry around." By the time Mrs. York had walked

away, Mrs. Harrington was pale with rage.
All these years, she'd worked her tail off to fit into high society, to become the kind of posh lady everyone envied. And yet, here
was Cecilia, making her feel less worthy than an ant on the sidewalk.
Mrs. Harrington had tried so hard to keep her background a secret, thinking she had succeeded. Everyone believed she was
from Oakville's elite. But now... her face burned with shame and anger. Mrs. York's words stung more than a slap across the
face.
"Too much... This is too much..." Mrs. Harrington muttered under her breath.
Serena, tears brimming in her eyes, said, "Mom, please don't be upset... If you fall ill, what am I going to do?"
Mrs. Harrington's eyes, red with fury, stayed fixed on the spot where Mrs. York had disappeared. "Serena, just you wait. I'll make
sure you marry into the York family, and no one can stop you." Serena shook her head. "Mom, I don't care about marrying into
the York family. I just want us, you and brother, to be happy. That's all."
But Mrs. Harrington's grip on Serena's wrist tightened.
Cecilia, Quintessa, you'll see!
...
Once everyone had left, the hospital room finally quieted down.

Quintessa wanted to sleep but couldn't. Her mind was racing with the events of the afternoon.
And Rachel what was her deal, running off to tell Alexander? Was she trying to get on his good side because she liked him?
Please, it wasn't that simple.
Rachel wasn't that naive to expose herself like that. What was she really up to?
As Quintessa tossed and turned, a thought struck her. No, it couldn't be that serious... could it?
Right then, a few cops showed up to inquire about the car explosion that afternoon.
After a thorough questioning, Quintessa recounted everything, emphasizing the brakes and the car door. "Also, the fuel tank
must have been tampered with," Tyrone added. "But after two explosions, any evidence is probably gone now."
The cops nodded, jotting down every detail.
Finally, one of them said, "This afternoon, a lady named Rachel came to the station voluntarily. She mentioned the incident,
reflected deeply on her actions, and provided some information, identifying the person who really wanted you dead."
Quintessa and Tyrone asked in unison, "Who was it?"
The cop pulled out a photo. "This person, Martha Ferber... do you know her?"