The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 1590

The next morning dawned crisp and cold, with Serena gazing out at the manicured lawn of her family's estate. The serenity was undeniable, yet the vast house felt empty. She was alone, save for the occasional presence of the staff.

At last, Betty, the housekeeper, arrived with a basket, interrupting Serena's solitude. "Hey, Betty." Serena called out, a hopeful lilt in her voice.

"Why are you waiting out here, Serena? It’s chilly—come inside," Betty chided gently.

Inside, Betty set down the breakfast tray, arranging the simple, yet familiar, toast, eggs, and bacon.

Serena eyed the modest fare with a mix of gratitude and resignation, then sat down to eat.

"Betty, the main house was so lively last night. Was there something to celebrate?" Serena inquired, probing for gossip.

"Oh, have you heard of Summer? The internationally famous singer? For three years, her fans have adored her music without ever seeing her face. She's the most enigmatic figure on the global stage and a genius songwriter from Solterra. Guess what? That person is Ms. Bella!" Betty exclaimed.

Serena feigned shock, her eyes wide with mock surprise.

"Last night, all the staff were after her for autographs and photos. Even Mr. and Mrs. Collins have become fans. They were all praising Ms. Bella, and when she went to shower, they were singing her songs in the living room, laughing and having a grand old time."

"I thought I heard singing and cheering." Serena mused, her heart sinking. She was enduring hardship here, while they were having fun, and her parents were amongst them, smiling.

The staff were insufferable, fawning over Arabella, clinging to her coattails.

When it had only been Serena, everyone had scrambled to please her.