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The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2036
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"Fantastic, I'll have sgowns delivered for you," Louisa exclaimed with joy.

"No need, Mom. My walk-in closet is already bursting at the seams. I'll pick something out tomorrow."

"Well, you might want to check with Romeo about his outfit. If your colors and styles complement each other, you'll look like the

perfect pair."

Kenneth, lounging on the armchair and glancing up from the evening news, chimed in with a chuckle, "Your mom is hinting that she

wants you to flaunt your fiancé at the gala."

"Why put it so bluntly!" Louisa playfully scolded her husband before muttering to herself, "But it's not a bad idea anyway. Romeo's

such a catch; there are plenty of women out there eyeing him. If they see how well he treats Bella, the sensible ones will back off

on their own. As for the rest, Jennifer and | will step in to ward them off one by one."

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Arabella couldn't help but laugh, "Is Romeo going?"

"He usually skips these kinds of events, leaving the McMillian family's eldest son to make an appearance. But now that your

engagement news is out, and he's been officially invited, | think it's up to you. If you're going, he'll surely attend. You two should

definitely wear matching outfits."

"What your mom means is, give Romeo a call. See if he's going. If he is, you two can ride together. Your mom and | will take

another car."

Arabella nodded, just about to message Romeo when her phone lit up with a notification. It was Romeo, “Bella, are you going to the

gala tomorrow night?”

"What about you?" She texted back.

"If you're going, I'm going."

"Then I'll pick out a suit for you."

"Great, I'll pick you up tomorrow night. We can get dressed and head over together."

Arabella sent back an “OK”.

For-ena Villa.

After Martin fed Serena, he pushed Serena's wheelchair into the garden for a stroll.

"These cherry blossoms are beautiful," Serena admired, looking up at the thousands of pink petals above.

Martin plucked a branch with about a dozen blossoms and handed it to her.

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"If you like them, I'll plant more. That way, you can enjoy this view from your window every winter."

Serena's smile was about to bloom but as if she thought of something, suddenly her expression changed.

"Serena??" Martin asked, puzzled.

At the moment, Serena clutched her chest with the thickly wrapped hand, which looked like a bear paw. A sharp pain seemed to

tear through her heart.

"Serena, what's wrong?" Martin noticed something was amiss; he looked at her, his voice laden with concern, "Is it your heart?"

Serena felt an unbearable discomfort throughout her body. It wasn't just her heart; it was as if an invisible force was ripping

through her insides. She doubled over in pain, trembling so violently that the cherry blossom branch slipped from her grasp, unable

to utter a single word.

"Serena??" Seeing her in such agony, Martin sensed the urgency, "Serena??"

He rushed the wheelchair back to the main house, calling for Dr. Leona. They laid Serena on the bed; her body now curled up

tightly, shaking more violently than before.