The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1590

The next morning dawned crisp and cold, with Serena gazing out at the manicured lawn of her family's estate. The serenity was

undeniable, yet the vast house felt empty. She was alone, save for the occasional presence of the staff.

At last, Betty, the housekeeper, arrived with a basket, interrupting Serena's solitude. "Hey, Betty." Serena called out, a hopeful lilt

in her voice.

"Why are you waiting out here, Serena? It's chilly—cinside," Betty chided gently.

Inside, Betty set down the breakfast tray, arranging the simple, yet familiar, toast, eggs, and bacon.

Serena eyed the modest fare with a mix of gratitude and resignation, then sat down to eat.

"Betty, the main house was so lively last night. Was there something to celebrate?" Serena inquired, probing for gossip.

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"Oh, have you heard of Summer? The internationally famous singer? For three years, her fans have adored her music without ever

seeing her face. She's the most enigmatic figure on the global stage and a genius songwriter from Solterra. Guess what? That

person is Ms. Bella!" Betty exclaimed.

Serena feigned shock, her eyes wide with mock surprise.

"Last night, all the staff were after her for autographs and photos. Even Mr. and Mrs. Collins have becfans. They were all

praising Ms. Bella, and when she went to shower, they were singing her songs in the living room, laughing and having a grand old

time."

"I thought | heard singing and cheering." Serena mused, her heart sinking. She was enduring hardship here, while they were

having fun, and her parents were amongst them, smiling.

The staff were insufferable, fawning over Arabella, clinging to her coattails.

When it had only been Serena, everyone had scrambled to please her.

Such turncoats!

After finishing her breakfast, Serena took out her own creations, placing them into the basket one by one.

"I found sunopened flour and milk in the kitchen, so | followed an online tutorial and made smilk biscuits for my parents

and sister. Take them to them, will you?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

Betty was impressed by the well-crafted biscuits, shaped like delicate blossoms, and Serena's evident earnestness.

"l also made soup. There's fresh produce in the garden and sunopened cans of ham, so | whipped up three bowls of vegetable

and ham soup. I'm not sure if it's tasty or if they'll like it."

Serena carefully packed the bowls into the basket, then took out two neatly folded sheets of paper.

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"This letter is for my parents, and this one is for my sister. Could you please pass them on?"

Her tone was sincere, that of someone seeking forgiveness and reconciliation. Betty felt moved by her gesture.

"If your parents and Ms. Bella see your homemade breakfast and read the letters, they're sure to forgive you."

"I just want them to be happy, not upset overanymore. The holidays are coming up." Serena's voice trailed off as she looked

out at the courtyard, her eyes reflecting a longing for freedom and her family's affection.

"I'll deliver these right away, Serena!" Betty hurried off, finally reaching the dining area only to find that Kenneth and Louisa, along

with Arabella, had finished their breakfast.

Betty presented Serena's breakfast and letters with haste, yet Louisa didn't take the letters, barely glancing at the biscuits and

soup before she stood and left the room.