The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1580

It wasn't until that very moment that Alma pieced together the puzzle. The voice she heard in her head, Summer's soulful

melodies, held an uncanny resemblance to Arabella's everyday chatter. Sure, when belting out a tune, Summer's vocals packed an

unparalleled punch, with a power that could pierce through hearts and walls alike.

She had never seen the connection between Arabella and Summer before.

All she could think was that her cousin had truly outdone herself.

Jossie, stationed discreetly at the side of the stage, whipped out her smartphone to capture a candid shot of David and Arabella,

their silhouettes etched against the spotlight.

Who would've guessed that Arabella, seemingly so frail, harbored such tremendous vigor within? She navigated the treacherous

highs and lows with such finesse that it was nothing short of breathtaking—a sound that seemed to transcend, cleansing the soul.

As the final notes of "Angel" faded out, David's eyes shimmered with emotion. "Let's give it up for tonight's headliner, Summer,

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and her flawless rendition of this song," he announced.

He opened his arms and embraced his sister in a heartfelt hug.

The fans erupted in applause, a thunderous ovation that seemed to roll on endlessly, filled with warmth.

"This song is dedicated to my sister. What did you think when you first laid eyes on it, Summer?" David asked, his voice a mix of

hope and nerves as he awaited Arabella's response.

"It's beautiful. | bet every little sister in the world, hearing this song, would be reminded of the good in their big brothers," Arabella

said, her gaze locking with David's, her voice laced with gratitude. "You're a great brother, your sister is so lucky."

David's smile broadened at her affirmation.

"It's because my sister is extraordinary." he said, his sincerity palpable. "She truly is the best sister in the world. | adore her. And

right here, | want to tell her, just be herself. Like the lyrics say, her big brother will always have her back, shielding her from storms

and paving the way for her triumphs."

The fans screamed their lungs out, each one wishing they could be David's sister.

"I'm thrilled to share the stage tonight. Have our fans had enough, or do y'all want another?" Arabella teased, her voice brimming

with excitement.

Caught off guard by his sister's initiative, David was both surprised and delighted.

An unexpected encore.

The fans bellowed back with an emphatic, "Yes! More! More!"

Arabella scanned the crowd with a confident grace. "So, what would you all like to hear?"

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A mix of shouts and requests echoed from the audience, but one title rose above the rest—David's latest hit, "Loving Hug."

Arabella's smile widened. "Did | hear that right? 'Loving Hug'?"

"Yes!" The venue buzzed with renewed fervor, the atmosphere reaching fever pitch once again.

David hadn't anticipated his sister's knack for working the crowd, nor her adept spontaneity.

As the fans chanted with eager anticipation, Arabella's unique voice tenderly unfolded the song's verses. Then, David leaned into

the mic, his voice infusing the melody with raw emotion.

Applause cascaded through the arena as the song concluded, and tears glistened on the cheeks of sfans—this extra

performance was a treasure, a true jackpot for them.

"Who wants to see David bust a move?" Arabella's words sent the crowd into a frenzy, the energy reaching a crescendo that

promised to linger long after the night was over.