The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 23

Arabella held her phone close to her ear, catching the deep, magnetic voice of the man on the other end.

“My grandpa’s run into a bit of trouble. I need your help.”

Arabella was puzzled. Phillip seemed to be doing fine the day before.

What could have gone wrong?

“Where are you right now?” Romeo’s voice was as low and captivating as a cello, “I’ll come to pick you up.”

“Could you head to the Holy Cross Church in the suburbs then?”

The Holy Cross Church was not far from the mansion, and Arabella could reach in a few minutes if she took the shortcuts.

Romeo was taken aback, “Are you in the suburbs?”

“Mmm.”

the 80s, with no worshippers visiting the weed-infested place. What could a girl like her be

a trip to the

knew Arabella had a lot on her plate and

workflow to be done after the shoot, and Arabella, pressed for time, simply

the entrance of the Holy

photoshoot? She’s incredibly beautiful, and

Suddenly, Carl exclaimed, “It’s Miss Arabella! I knew it! She must be

a white dress, Arabella looked like a stunning vision against the backdrop of the setting sun, turning the church into a picturesque scene. Her flowing dress and waving hair made her

her beauty. After a moment, he stepped out of the car and courteously opened the door

man in the backseat before seating herself next to him without any pretense. “How is Phillip

still mesmerized by Arabella’s presence, replied, “He had some

from someone

“Yes.”

Even if he drank soup, it wouldn’t warrant

something wrong

old are you?” Carl glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, “You’re still

a little girl.

eighteen.” Arabella’s tone seemed casual, “I

Eighteen?