The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1816

The brothers gazed at the photo he'd sent with a touch of envy. How great it would be if their little sis could send them something like that?

But they couldn't bear the thought of her toiling away at her fashion designs—it was just too much hard work. And they really didn't want her splurging on them.

Hans quipped, [What kind of sweet talk did you use to con our sis?]

Chasel chimed in, [You actually got her to foot the bill?]

Clark teased, [Finally appreciating our little sis, huh?]

David reminisced with a chuckle, [Man, Bella and I even rocked the same kicks back in the day!]

Sean could sense a whiff of sour grapes in their words, and it only lifted his spirits further. He pulled a jacket out of the bag and slipped it on right there, then turned to Steward, "Looks sharp, doesn't it?"

Steward couldn't help but smile at Sean's obvious delight. Clearly, this garment was either picked out or gifted by Ms. Bella.

"Sean, that jacket fits you like it was tailor-made. You look like a whole new man. I mean, it's a serious upgrade from your usual gear. Ms. Bella's designs, they just have that edge."

It was true. Sean looked less like a rogue and more like the dashing, grounded man he could be.

"It's killer, seriously sharp!" Steward praised genuinely, somewhat surprised to see this side of Sean that usually lay hidden.

Sean's grin broadened, "Of course, you know who designed it, who gave it!" He affectionately patted Arabella's head, "Bella, from now on, you're in charge of my wardrobe every season!"

He planned to follow Romeo's lead and give her a no-limit credit card—ostensibly to buy clothes, but really so she could indulge in whatever her heart desired.

"Sure thing," Arabella beamed, her gaze softening.

Elsewhere.

In the dimly lit basement, Serena struggled to pry her eyelids open, noting the darkness outside before her strength failed her, and she shut them again. After a moment, she barely managed to reopen her eyes.