The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 51

Romeo sat down next to Arabella, holding her hand tightly and handing her the menu. “What would you like to eat?” Arabella took a gander at the menu, picked a few dishes haphazardly, Romeo padded the order with a bunch more. As the manager ducked out of the room, Arabella arched an eyebrow, “Mind letting go now?”

Romeo asked demurely and seriously, “Can we hold it a little longer? Just for a moment… It’s a sight for sore eyes during the day too, I’ll bring you here next time, alright?”

Arabella stayed mum. After a beat, the manager waltzed in with a few chefs, dishes in tow.

At lunch today, Romeo had taken note of the dishes Arabella didn’t touch, and the ones she seemed to fancy, so he had a rough idea of her taste and ordered accordingly.

“All this grub, you think you can polish it off?” Arabella eyed the spread, a good twenty dishes laid out before them.

“Slow and steady.” Romeo’s one hand was still holding hers, the other serving her dishes.

“Can I have my hand back now?”

If he didn’t let go, she wouldn’t be able to eat!

of her right hand, only to deftly snag

Arabella was speechless.

this?” Arabella was not used

“Yup.”

think we need to

shrimp perfectly, picking it up and presenting it to her, “Wanna

I’ll

talk, Romeo popped the shrimp right into

a warning look, but Romeo didn’t get ruffled. He looked back at her with

“Yuck!”

attack, stuttering in broken English, “Which dish didn’t suit your palate? Just say the

about the person, not the

foreign chef was a tad confused, unsure what

guys can scram.”

the chefs and the manager beat a hasty

Romeo looked at the girl before him tenderly, “I guess I