The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1929

Serena closed her eyes, a cocktail of anger and pain surging through her. Her body trembled involuntarily from the stress.

Since she got kicked out of her family home, it took weeks before she could handle a fork and knife with any semblance of

normalcy, or sip soup from a spoon without awkwardness.

The scars on her forehead, chin, palms, backs of her hands, and knees required laser treatments. Six months of continuous

sessions were needed before the prominent scars would begin to fade.

Her left leg, fractured, demanded about three months to heal properly, and her knee needed half a year before she could ditch the

wheelchair. But to walk unaided again, she'd have to endure another three months of grueling physical therapy.

In the end, she might only regain seventy to eighty percent of her mobility, a shadow of her former self.

Even if one handed her a pencil, she couldn't produce the sketches and art she used to.

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Her life felt like it had plummeted into an abyss, filled with agony and torment.

Gone was the beauty she cherished, the talents diminished, her reputation tarnished, and her social standing obliterated; even her

bank account had been drained dry!

All the while, Arabella was lifted to the skies, pampered like a princess by the entire family!

How could Serena let go of such disparity? Why did her once-beloved family treat her this way? Why did fate have to be so cruel?

Was she, Serena, destined to be trampled under Arabella's feet for all her life? Was she fated to always be less than Arabella?

At Reflections Villa.

Arabella eyed the grand feast spread out on the table, as each family member vied to serve her.

"Bella, try the dish | made, will you?"

"Have a taste of mine first! Does it still suit your palate?"

"How about the one | made?"

"Give my specialty a try."

"Everyone, quiet down." David couldn't help but interject, "Let Bella take her tto savor each dish, no need to rush her."

"Exactly, let Bella eat at her own pace. Don't want her choking now," Louisa agreed.

With every bite Arabella took, all eyes were fixed on her, awaiting her verdict.

If she declared it delicious, the cook would beam with joy, urging her to have more.

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"You all should eat too," Arabella was not accustomed to being the center of such attention. To her, the true spirit of a feast was in

sharing the meal together.

"We'll dig in after you've given your thoughts on everything," no one seemed in a hurry, all eager for Arabella's reviews.

"The texture's rich, and the flavors are exquisite. This dish is both visually appealing and tasty."

"This dish is a work of art in its presentation, a harmony of color, aroma, and taste. Delicious."

"Dad's dish has an exceptional balance of texture and flavor."

Arabella lightly touched upon each dish, leaving everyone with satisfied smiles.

"And you haven't tasted Romeo's two creations yet," Grandma spun the lazy Susan, bringing Romeo's dishes in front of Arabella.

As Arabella sampled the first dish, her nose tingled with emotion.

Seeing her silent for an extended period, the others sensed something amiss. They exchanged glances, confusion written on their

faces, unsure of what had just unfolded.