The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 51

Romeo sat down next to Arabella, holding her hand tightly and handing her the menu. "What would you like to eat?" Arabella took a gander at the menu, picked a few dishes haphazardly, Romeo padded the order with a bunch more. As the manager ducked out of the room, Arabella arched an eyebrow, "Mind letting go now?"

Romeo asked demurely and seriously, "Can we hold it a little longer? Just for a moment...It's a sight for sore eyes during the day too, I'll bring you here next time, alright?"

Arabella stayed mum. After a beat, the manager waltzed in with a few chefs, dishes in tow.

At lunch today, Romeo had taken note of the dishes Arabella didn't touch, and the ones she seemed to fancy, so he had a rough idea of her taste and ordered accordingly.

"All this grub, you think you can polish it off?" Arabella eyed the spread, a good twenty dishes laid out before them.

"Slow and steady." Romeo's one hand was still holding hers, the other serving her dishes.

"Can I have my hand back now?"

If he didn't let go, she wouldn't be able to eat!

Romeo smoothly let go of her right hand, only to deftly snag her left one.

Arabella was speechless.

"Are you sure we're eating like this?" Arabella was not used to this arrangement.

"Yup."

"Romeo, I think we need to rap."

"Let's finish eating first." Romeo peeled a shrimp perfectly, picking it up and presenting it to her, "Wanna try?"

"Just leave it here, I'll eat it myself."

Seeing her start to talk, Romeo popped the shrimp right into her mouth.

Arabella shot him a warning look, but Romeo didn't get ruffled. He looked back at her with a soft gaze, "How is it?"

"I wanna sit with you."

Faced with Romeo's earnest expression, Arabella was at a loss for words.

Finally, they finished eating, the lights in the restaurant dimmed, the ceiling opened up, revealing the beautiful night sky.

Back when Attlee and Olga were still trying to get their business off the ground, they barely made it home, always hustling. It was Grace who kept her company through those sleepless nights.

The countryside back then was just as star-studded as now.

But the people and events of the past are now but distant memories.

A violinist took his position in a corner of the room and started playing some romantic tunes.

As the music faded, the night sky lit up with brilliant fireworks. Arabella looked up at the display, while Romeo kept his gaze fixed on her.