The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 1899

"Seriously, what if she can't handle it?" Clark retorted, barely able to mask his concern.

"Come on, dude. The skincare stuff Arabella hooked me up with has been like magic for my skin. I

could be all glammed up for hours, and not a zit in sight. Sure, if I pull an all-nighter and hit up a

barbecue, I might get a spot or two, but a dab of Arabella's miracle cream, and poof! By morning, it's

like nothing happened. Makeup still goes on smooth as silk. Arabella's got a treasure trove of secrets,

right?" David said.

David grabbed a skewer fresh off the grill and offered it to Arabella, "Here, try this while it's hot."

Arabella reached to take it herself, but David quickly said, "Watch out for the grease, don't mess up

your hands. I got it, you just enjoy."

"I can handle it myself," Arabella replied, not accustomed to being fussed over this way.

David took a few more napkins, wrapping the skewer's stick meticulously before handing it over to

Arabella.

The guys nearby overheard the conversation about the miraculous skincare and ointment Arabella had

provided David.

"I gotta get one for Molly. She's always freaked out about breakouts," Hans suddenly chimed in.

"Count one in for Myrna too."

"And one for Carol."

"Are you guys ragging on me for being single?" Sean blurted out, his face a mix of jest and earnest. "I

want one for Ophelia!"

"She's taken," Arabella said nonchalantly, munching on her skewer.

"Well then, I want one for myself!" Sean insisted, not wanting to be left out.

"Ms. Bella. we'd love to get our hands on one too." the servants eyed Arabella with envy, having

experienced the wonders of her skincare gifts before. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"Ms. Bella, you have no idea, the acne treatment you gave me, I used it so sparingly towards the end, I

didn't want to run out, and then I did!" one of the servants confessed.

"Ms. Bella, why don't you start your own acne treatment brand? Then we could always buy it!" another

suggested.

"Yeah, I mean, we feel kinda bad using your stash for free," a third added.

"We sometimes share snacks, and the greasy stuff gives us pimples. Your cream works wonders, but

we can't always resist those snacks, and we still get the occasional breakout."

Arabella laughed, "I'll grab some from upstairs in a bit, consider them early New Year's gifts."

"Thank you, Ms. Bella!!" The servants were overjoyed, valuing these gifts far more than cash.

It was something money couldn't buy.

The brothers looked on hopefully.

"You'll get yours too," Arabella assured them, bringing smiles and sighs of relief.

"I heard Grandpas and Grandmas, and our uncles and aunts are here too? Go call them down for

dinner," David said, and the servants quickly went to fetch the relatives.

"Oh, and you guys get a share too. Once you're done with your tasks, come and join us," David told the

servants. "I had my hands full earlier, but I've asked the bodyguard to bring your portions."

The servants beamed, "Thanks, David!"

"It's New Year tomorrow, and you're only getting home now." Louisa started to scold as soon as she

descended the stairs, "Didn't I tell you to wrap up your work early? And here you are."

"Well, if Arabella's song hadn't turned me into a hit machine, I wouldn't be booked solid for the next

three years."