Snow finished his declaration and then added, "Quintessa, I can't wait for the day you become my girlfriend."
Snow had a thing for Quintessa. She was special. He wasn't the conservative type. Having been in the entertainment industry for years, he could see that Quintessa wasn't as tarnished as she claimed. On the contrary, people like her often had purer hearts than most.
Snow had been undercut by Tyrone several times, which had made him hesitant to pursue Quintessa seriously before. Their previous interactions had seemed more playful, but this time, he was serious. Another one of Tyrone's schemes had finally pushed him to make up his mind.
He was set on pursuing Quintessa.
Snow was a musical legend, with a voice that was both magnetic and rich. He meant every word.
Quintessa laughed, "Girlfriend? Are you sure you're not just looking for a fling?" Snow couldn't help but press, "Quintessa, why do you have to...?"
Quintessa helped him finish his thought, "Why do I have to make it sound so sordid, right? But tell me, where in this world can you replace a truly beautiful relationship?"
Snow earnestly replied, "I like you, for real. I want to pursue you, that's the truth. Yes, I want to get back at that so-called prince by doing so, but that's just an excuse to give myself the courage to say these words. Do you have any idea how much bravery it took me to say that?"
Quintessa didn't know what Snow saw in her. She considered herself a thoroughly bad person. Did someone like her deserve love?
"I can offer you my friendship, the purest emotion I can give. But I can't give you romantic love."
Love was something she couldn't offer anyone. She didn't even love herself; how could she love someone else?
Snow smiled, "It's okay that you told me the truth. You're willing to be my friend, which means you at least don't hate me. Whether you accept me or not is up to you. Whether I pursue you or not is up to me. And whether you can eventually love me is also up to you. If I do everything I'm supposed to, and you still don't fall for me, then it's not your fault. It just means that I wasn't good enough for you to fall in love with."
Quintessa sat silently for a long time; she was deeply moved by Snow's words.
It wasn't her first time being confessed to, but Snow's approach was unprecedented. His passion, his willingness to pursue her irrespective of the outcome, was truly enviable.
Quintessa doubted whether she could ever be like Snow, able to embrace a relationship so fearlessly with a warm and passionate heart.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Violet nudged Quintessa, who had been staring off into space.
"Snow just called to say he's going to pursue me."
"Oh, hasn't he always been into you?"
Quintessa glanced at Violet, "It was all teasing and testing the waters. But now, he's serious. What do you think he sees in me? Does he even know who I really am?"
"Are you asking me? As if you don't know how charming you can be," Violet teased, though she would've normally taken this as good news. But with Mr. York looming in the background, how could Snow dare?
"He doesn't know, does he? Everyone online is saying your supposed fling with him is just a publicity stunt orchestrated by Mr. York, right?"
Quintessa sighed, "He's pursuing me precisely because he knows it. It's Tyrone's way of challenging him."
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