The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1802

"We can see the ocean."

Arabella's gaze fell towards the window, the midday winter sun casting its rays upon the sea, making it appear even bluer than the sky.

Romeo found her at this moment, her eyes clear and bright, as if she were another facet of the sea itself, breathtakingly beautiful.

How wonderful it would be if time could stand still at this moment? He could quietly admire her lovely face, stay with her in this blissful instant.

Suddenly, a violinist in the distance struck up a majestic opening, his high-pitched notes shattering the silence and beauty.

Arabella saw the violinist approaching while playing and, perhaps not expecting such a performance arranged by Sean, she flashed Romeo a smile, her grin as bright and warm as the sunlight on the water.

"The violinist's timing couldn't have been better, appearing just when they ran out of things to say." Steward couldn't help but praise, "Ms. Collins didn't know this was your arrangement, yet she smiled at Mr. McMillian, showing she's quite pleased with this part."

Sean watched them, feeling a tinge of envy. Oh, how he wished his sister would smile at him like that. His past impression on his sister had been too awful. If only he could have a chance to meet her all over again.

"This piece Sean picked out sounds quite unique," Romeo chuckled, looking at Arabella.

One would expect a romantic, soft tune for a couple's date, but this piece was grand and powerful, like a thundering charge of a thousand horses.

While Arabella listened, Romeo sneakily used his phone to capture her features. After the performance, Arabella nodded in thanks to the violinist, who bowed gracefully and retreated.

Romeo flipped through the photos on his phone. Each one could be a wallpaper, utterly flawless. Whether it was the girl's face, the lighting, or the setting, everything was just too perfect.