The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1979

Serena's eyes nearly popped out of her skull when she saw those messages. She was absolutely livid!

Her college roommate couldn't help but roast her, "You didn't dine with the McMillians on steak. Why'd you lie to me! Now I'm

getting dragged online because of you!"

She had been bragging about her close ties with the Collins heir and had boasted that Serena was sharing a New Year's steak

dinner with the McMillians. It had given her a nice little bump in popularity.

But her moment of glory was short-lived, as the trolls cout in full force to berate her!

Now, her comment section was flooded with over 500 insults!

[Could you be any more vain?]

Her roommate's words had Serena fuming. She slammed her palm down on her phone and held down the voice message button,

unleashing a tirade.

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"You have the nerve to callout? You asked what | had for dinner, and yeah, | had steak. But | never said it was with the

McMillians. And what gives you the right to post our private conversation online without my permission? Are you nuts?"

Serena sent the message with a huff, only to find out she'd already been blocked!

She was ready to explode with rage. This damn roommate better hope they don't cross paths after the holidays!

Just then, another trending topic hit the web.

#SerenaGetsDragged#

Clicking through, Serena discovered her personal account had been invaded and she was getting ripped apart by online

commenters.

Someone had even posted in her comments section: [Guys, | got Serena's — sorry, 'the queen's’ — Whatand phone

number. Add her, blast her, | can’t stand her anymore.]

Because Serena had previously set her account to automatically accept friend requests, a legion of strangers had added her on

Whatand were spamming her relentlessly.

She scrambled to change her settings to require verification for new contacts, a simple task made nearly impossible as her phone

rang off the hook. It took an agonizingly long tto regain control.

A barrage of hateful messages flooded in, with unread notifications topping 1000.

She'd never seen anything like this before, and in a panic, she shut off her phone, turning to Dora, "When is Martin getting back?

Tell him | need a new number, stat!"

"I'll message him right away," Dora said, pulling out her own phone to contact Martin.

Serena couldn't believe how quickly her reputation had plummeted from the clouds to the depths of hell. Looking around her room,

she felt claustrophobic. "Pushoutside for sair."

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She felt like her heart was about to burst.

"Right away."

Dora quickly began to wheel her out, aiming for a bit of sunshine in the garden. As they passed an old storeroom, Serena suddenly

said, "Wait."

She instructed the staff to open the door, gazing at the remnants of her past life with the Collins: a bed she'd slept in, the mattress.

Everything was still there, yet everything had changed.

Then she recalled the homecoming banquet and how her family, who used to dote on her, tore her apart in front of a national

audience.

Serena closed her eyes, tears spilling over as she held back sobs before finally saying, "Take it all out and burn it."

"Burn it?" Dora was taken aback. These were items Martin had taken special care to have shipped back. And now they were to be

burned?