"Because you were looking into those," Steward's words trailed off as he sensed the icy gaze from Sean. He quickly corrected
himself, "I mean, it wasn't convenient to discuss with Mr. and Mrs. Collins because of your injuries, plus there are a bunch of things
that need your personal touch, so | just told them you'd be back once you wrapped up."
Sean smirked, his sister was clearly a master at playing her cards right. She even managed to get Hans, the most stubborn mule in
the family, to run errands for her. The corners of Sean's mouth twitched upwards in a smile, seemingly scornful by the girl's petty
schemes.
"Where is she now?"
She??
Steward caught on instantly, replying at once, "She's got a competition coming up in a couple of days; she should show up."
"Should?" Sean's voice lifted playfully at the end.
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"I believe she'll definitely make an appearance.”
Seeing Sean's lips curl upward, Steward breathed a silent sigh of relief. Thankfully he hadn't misspoken, or else he could kiss his
holiday goodbye.
Early in the next morning, Arabella had barely gotten out of bed when she received a message from Romeo.
"Got to head overseas for a bit, about two days. Will message when | get there. Get srest, no worries."
Just as Arabella was about to reply, she got another message from one of her employees.
[Boss, a royal princess is requesting your services for a custom gown. Are you available? It's an overseas job, and she insists on
you taking her measurements personally. Nthe price.]
[When?]
[The sooner, the better. Also, our lab is short on a certain chemical; need to make a run to Belloria as well.]
[Bookon the afternoon flight then.]
[You got it!]
Arabella messaged Romeo to briefly explain the situation, and then headed downstairs for breakfast.
Eight days until New Year's Eve.
"What in the world is going on here! David and Bella are siblings, yet these rumors make it sound like they're dating."
"People's imaginations are too wild. Can't they just be brother and sister?"
Seeing her parents getting worked up, Arabella couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"
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"Bella, there you are." Louisa quickly put away her phone and served her a bowl of nourishing oatmeal, "It's nothing; just some
inteusers speculating that you and David are dating. There's even a bunch rooting for you two."
Arabella sat down, not understanding why the netizens were heating up the sibling topic again.
"They noticed the gown you wore at your concert was from the sdesigner as your brother's tux."
"That's right." Arabella continued her breakfast, stating the facts, "It was indeed a spare gown from David's collection."
The outfits were all custom-ordered from the sbrand; it wasn't like she brought her own. However, the netizens probably didn't
know the whole story.
"When you sat down to play the piano, someone noticed you hadn't changed your shoes, and they were a matching pair with
David's."
Arabella hadn't expected such a small detail to be dug up. She looked at the photo Louisa handed her; indeed, when she sat on the
piano bench, only a hint of her shoes was visible. She never thought that would be uncovered.