The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1491

"Do | need a referral to show up here?"

That was when Roxanne got the picture: this girl had no clue what a "referral" even was. Probably wasn't formally asked to come,

she thought.

"So, what's your deal with Mr. Albright?" asked Roxanne nosily, "My granddad and Mr. Albright are best friends, which practically

makesjust like Mr. Albright's granddaughter. That's how | got to score an invite to his birthday bash. And you? How do you

know Mr. Albright?"

Arabella was puzzled, could anyone claim to be Grandpa Eugene's granddaughter like that?

"Well, | guess that makeslike his granddaughter too."

If any Jane Doe could be Grandpa Eugene's "granddaughter", why not her?

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"You??" Roxanne bristled, "Your granddad's pals with Mr. Albright? Which venerable old gent might that be? Do | know him?"

"Nope, you don't," Arabella cut the conversation short and moved on.

"What's with her attitude?" Roxanne muttered to Phyllis, feeling slighted, "She says she's like Mr. Albright's granddaughter?"

"Ridiculous. Everyone knows Mr. Albright doesn't just make granddaughters out of thin air. At least your granddad's an actual friend

of his. Not like her, can't even say who invited her, probably scared of revealing too much, trying to bluff her way through. | smell

trouble."

Phyllis always trusted in her own beauty, but seeing Arabella, she felt an unwelcsting of rivalry.

Could it be that Arabella's face was the product of a surgeon's craft?

After all, could such a naturally beautiful face even exist?

Back in school, it was Phyllis who prided herself on her looks, never expecting to be overshadowed.

When Arabella reached the main building, it was just as expected - the table was laid with all her favorite treats.

She picked up a pastry and was just about to take a bite when her phone buzzed. Taking it out, she saw a string of messages from

a group of her grandpa and his friends.

Grandpa Eugene, [Wondering what's keeping Bella. She hasn't replied to my messages. Maybe she's caught up in something

urgent tonight and can't make it.]

Nelson. [LOL. Why do | suddenly feel like laughing?]

Beck. [If she can't make it, she can't make it. You're not only living for this year, you know. There will be more birthdays. We're not

getting any younger, why so sentimental? If not today, there's always tomorrow.]

Grandpa Eugene. [Would you be this cavalier if Bella missed your birthday?]

Beck. [Exactly, because it's not my birthday, | can afford to be cheeky! Don't be down, I'm on my way to cheer you up. Wait for

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me!]

Grandpa Eugene. [Who needs you.]

Exiting the chat, he checked his Whatand saw Arabella still hadn't replied. The network must be patchy where she is, he

thought, and then he fired off another message.

"Pumpkin, where are you? Haven't been to the estate in a while, huh? Forgot the way? If you're nearby, let your granddad pick you

up!"

Reading the message, Arabella almost laughed.

She was about to reply when a new message from Charles popped up.

[Bella, are you already there, just letting Eugene stew a bit? Take my advice, make him wait a little longer. The old man needs to

learn patience, always huffing and puffing...at his age, he should be taking it easy.]