The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 1981

"Stop scrolling," Martin took Serena's phone gently, and gently reassured her, "I know you're bummed

out. Let's hit the mall tomorrow, take a little breather."

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Martin was with Serena at Summerfield's biggest mall. Before they even stepped inside, his phone

rang.

“Dad.”

Whatever the man on the other end said, Martin’s face twisted with difficulty. He glanced at Serena and

patted her shoulder, signaling that he needed a moment to talk.

Serena knew it must be his family causing trouble again. Though she was inwardly seething, she

managed a tender nod.

Martin stepped aside, whispering, “I’ll be there as soon as I wrap this up.”

The man on the phone seemed furious. Martin’s eyes clouded with complexity. He saw Dora waiting

patiently with a girl in a wheelchair, her silhouette tinged with loneliness. He’d been neglecting her

lately, and guilt gnawed at him.

“Dad, like I said.”

The man cut him off, his voice harsh. Martin could only suppress his frustration, replying, “Understood.”

After hanging up, Martin collected himself and walked back to Serena. She spoke up before he could

start.

“You go handle your business; Dora’s got me.”

Her words deepened Martin’s remorse. “Serena.”

“It’s alright. We’ve got a lifetime ahead. If you can’t stick around this time, just make it up to me later.”

She softened her voice, “Kneel down for a sec.”

Martin knelt beside her.

In the next moment, Serena kissed him lightly, “Don’t worry about me, I’ll head home after shopping.”

The clouds in Martin’s heart scattered.

“Let’s roll, Dora.”

Dora, witnessing their sweet exchange, smiled as she pushed the wheelchair, “Don’t fret, Sir. I’ll take

good care of Serena.”

“Call me if you need anything,” Martin reminded them as they moved away.

“Will do.”

The mall was alive with cheerful holiday tunes, a festive spirit in the air.

Dora wheeled Serena to the directory. “Let’s check out the second floor.”

“Holly,” Serena wasn’t pleased, but she kept her grace, “Can't you see me?”

Holly turned, slightly surprised, “Serena? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you. With the hat and sunglasses,

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Serena bristled at being addressed so informally. “Any new arrivals?”

“Holly, I recall you being far more accommodating on my previous visits.”