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.

“I need to make a trip to the Holy Cross Church, got some business to

her plate and didn’t

after the shoot, and Arabella, pressed for time, simply nodded, “Okay.”

of the Holy Cross

Arabella here for a photoshoot? She’s incredibly beautiful, and it would be a shame if

silent, Romeo fixed his gaze on the distance, awaiting the appearance of a figure. Suddenly, Carl exclaimed, “It’s Miss Arabella! I knew

turning the church into

out of the car and courteously opened the door for her, saying, “Miss Arabella, please

lively eyes and a radiant aura, Arabella glanced briefly at the man in the backseat before seating herself next to him without any pretense. “How is Phillip doing?” she

presence, replied, “He had some soup

soup from

“Yes.”

he drank soup, it

something wrong with the soup.

you?” Carl

like a

casual, “I

Eighteen?