The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 1900

This year, he had specially pushed back all his work just to have time to spend with his sister.

He was about to release a new album, kick off a concert tour, and he had lined up countless This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

endorsements, commercials, movies, TV shows, and variety gigs.

"My agent cleared a slot just for me, saying that once my sister's identity goes public, we're gonna get

swamped with invites to do reality TV together. My agent even met with hers today to talk it over."

"You're thinking of taking Arabella on a reality show?" Everyone was stunned, and they quickly

dismissed the idea, "No way!"

Being on a reality show would put Bella under a magnifying glass for the whole world to see.

They didn't want their precious princess exposed to the scrutiny and judgment of others.

"You guys, chill. It's just an idea for now."

"No way—" they all refused again.

David went silent, but then he sneakily shot his sister a knowing look.

Arabella's lips curled up slightly, as if in on some secret pact with him.

She didn't really care. As long as David needed her, she was willing to be tied to his rising star, even if

it meant his fame would hit new heights.

At For·ena Villa, Serena cried herself to sleep in Martin's arms.

The next morning, she woke up to find only Dora and an unnamed servant by her bedside.

"Serena, you're awake?" Dora was the first to notice, her young face beaming with a cute smile, "Shall I

help you freshen up?"

Noticing Serena's gaze on the other servant, Dora cheerfully introduced, "This is June, she'll be looking

after you with me."

Serena nodded and then asked, "Where's Martin?"

"Mr. Martin had some urgent business but don't worry, today's New Year and he'll definitely be back to

join you for the dinner!"

Dora and June quickly brought in warm water, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a towel.

"Serena, you can't get the bandage on your hand wet, let me help you brush your teeth," Dora offered.

After she finished, June approached with a warm towel, "Serena, let me wash your face for you. Does

this hurt?"

Her touch was feather-light, and Serena shook her head, letting them fuss over her.

Once she was all cleaned up, Dora and June wheeled over a couple of clothes racks.

"It's New Year, which outfit would you like to wear?" Dora showed Serena the options, "The master

picked these out for you, he was choosing them one by one on his phone and had them delivered here,

all cleaned and ready."

"You know, Mr. Martin really cares for you." June couldn't help but praise, "We've never seen Mr. Martin

so taken with anyone before. You're the first."

Serena's eyes flicked over the beautiful clothes before her, recalling how the Collins family had always

had the most gorgeous outfits tailored for every New Year.

Compared to the custom-made garments from the Collins family, these ready-made designer pieces

clearly fell short, not crafted to fit her figure like the haute couture she was used to.

Martin probably didn't understand all this. Forget an average family; even wealthy households didn't

flaunt their wealth like the Collins family, celebrating every holiday with such pomp and splendor,

demanding each outfit to be unique.

Compared to the happiness and excitement of years past, this year's Serena felt disinterested, her

voice tinged with melancholy, "Never mind."

She didn't want to change.

With her current disheveled appearance, what difference did a beautiful dress make?

This year, there wouldn't be a circle of girlfriends around her, complimenting her beauty and envying

her couture life.

Nor would there be any admirers dazzled by her glamorous look.