The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2036

"Fantastic, I'll have some gowns 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 I will

step in to ward them off one by one."

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, I 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 I 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”.

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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.

"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.

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

concern, "Is it your heart?" NovelDrama.Org

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