"Ah~~ A lost prince! Could my destined encounter be right here today?"
Although the face was still that of Arabella Vanderbilt, the transformation from female to male attire and long hair to short had completely altered her persona.
They would never have imagined that this breathtakingly handsome lad before them was Arabella, born female.
Arthur Crawford slowly rose from his chair. As a photographer for so many years, he could instantly tell that this person was indeed Arabella Vanderbilt.
Despite being mentally prepared, when Arabella appeared, he was thoroughly stunned.
Perfection, sheer perfection.
He stared blankly at Arabella, mechanically wiping away the droplets of water at his mouth's corner before slowly approaching her.
Arabella's gaze was indifferent as she looked at Arthur.
As he drew nearer to Arabella, Arthur realized that it wasn't just her exceptional appearance; her demeanor exuded a cold arrogance, with a pronounced assertiveness concealed within.
