The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 701

She felt like she’d been struck by lightning, unable to believe that her idol, the Queen Abby she’d worshiped and desperately wanted to meet, had been by her side all along.

Arabella watched her with amusement. Hadn’t she claimed to have seen it all to be able to handle any surprise?

Well, it didn’t look like she’d quite recovered from this one yet.

Molly was stunned. She thought back to the sketches she’d given Arabella. With just a few strokes, Arabella had always managed to transform them into something even better.

She had noticed that Arabella’s design style was similar to Queen Abby’s, a daring, unique expression.

She had even asked Arabella, in a whisper, whether Queen Abby was a man or a woman and if she was old.

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Back then, Arabella had told her that Queen Abby was a woman and that she wasn’t old. She had even asked Arabella if she’d ever met Queen Abby.

she felt pretty dumb for not realizing that the famous master was right in front of

hadn’t been for Arabella, her life would have been completely different.

wanted Queen Abby’s autograph, but as a small–time designer, she’d had no

competition. She remembered how the contest required an assistant, but she had no reputation or confidence, and her colleagues didn’t want to be her assistant because they knew their own abilities.

didn’t want to embarrass themselves at a

the courage and confidence to submit her application

on her journey as a designer, not only helping her revise

design. Arabella had given

and shown surveillance footage in the stream of Oscar sneaking into Arabella’s office to steal her design, clearing her own name, and bringing heat

many design techniques. One night, she had insisted on treating Arabella to a barbecue when Myra sent a gang to cause trouble. Arabella had been injured while protecting her but had still insisted

had been countless. It was because of Arabella that she was standing here today, representing her country in

as Queen Abby from the start or not

eyes welled up with tears, gratitude, and emotion filling her gaze as

thinking, “You dummy, why