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.

dumb for not realizing that the

for Arabella, her

a small–time designer, she’d had

encouraged her to enter the competition. She remembered how the contest required an assistant, but she had no reputation or confidence,

to embarrass

go with her, giving her the courage and confidence to submit her application at the

a great help on her journey as a designer, not only helping her revise sketches and giving her advice

work was slandered as plagiarism, Arabella had saved the day by quickly altering the design. Arabella had given her the chance to

1.29 million views. She had taken Arabella’s advice and shown surveillance footage in the stream of Oscar sneaking into Arabella’s office to steal her design, clearing her own

the Solterra competition, Arabella had taught her 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

been countless. It was because of Arabella that she was

as Queen Abby from the start or not have

with tears, gratitude, and emotion filling her gaze as she

smiled slightly, thinking, “You dummy, why are you crying