The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1517

"Then cat me!" Serena glared, her defiance as clear as day, "After living in this house for eighteen years, | refuse to believe

that mom and dad would stand by if you try to mess with me."

Alma's grip on Serena's hair tightened, as if she longed to rip it out by the roots, "Well, they'd need proof, wouldn't they? If they

start slinging mud atwithout cause, do you think my parents would just sit back and watch?"

Serena struggled in vain against Alma's hold, her frustration boiling over.

"Even someone of my level isn't allowed to touch a violin again, let alone a piece of trash like you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

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"It means if you dare enter a violin contest, or dare to study under smaestro, if you even think about walking down that

musical path, I'll make sure you never play the violin again in your life. When | say something, | mean it."

"What are you going to do?"

"You know exactly what!" With that, Alma flung her hand away violently.

Staggering back, Serena seethed with rage. What was this, skind of low blow? Was she planning to sabotage her future with

the violin, to make sure no one could play if she couldn't?

Alma dusted off her hands as if touching Serena had contaminated her, her expression one of disgust, and she turned to leave.

"Alma, this isn't over," Serena had always thought it best to keep the peace in the family, but over the last few months, Alma's

tyranny had escalated. Ever since she found out Serena wasn't the true Collins, she had been relentless.

Did Alma really think Serena was a pushover?

"You'll regret this. You'll be the one running hto mommy and daddy," Serena spat before turning on her heel and walking away.

Alma scoffed. As if Serena, with her simple mind, could ever cup with a schto get the better of her.

Just as Alma took a few steps, she heard something behind her. Turning around, she saw Serena, who had somehow procured a full

glass of champagne and hurled it directly at her.

The bubbly liquid splashed over Alma's face and drenched her gown before she could react.

Serena set down the glass with a satisfied smirk, "Just getting started, Alma. You'll see. Oh, by the way, | might have spit in that

champagne before | threw it."

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Alma was livid, storming off toward the restroom to clean up.

Serena, feeling victorious, strutted off to the garden, bathed in the comforting glow of the warm lights among the trees and

flowers.

"Finished in the restroom?" Martin's arm wrapped around her waist, searching her face for any sign of distress, "No tears?"

He had been worried when Serena falsely claimed to be Queena's protege, which led to a confrontation and apology to Arabella.

The last thing he expected was for Serena to sound so cheerful about it.

On the contrary, Serena seemed delightful, replying, "Why would | cry over something so trivial?"

Instead, the sight of Alma in utter disarray had filled Serena with a gleeful satisfaction.