Chapter 1602

The sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Arabella sat down for breakfast, ready to take on the

day. As she reached to the door, Louisa called out in a rush.

“Bella, do you have a busy day at work today? When will you be back?”

Perhaps sensing her daughter's hesitation, Louisa quickly added, “You know, with the holidays around

the corner, we used to get new outfits made for the occasion. This year, your dad and I thought it would

be fun to go for matching family outfits. What do you think?”

Arabella looked at her mother, then at her father Kenneth, who was practically wearing his hope on his

sleeve.

“You mean the whole family wearing matching outfits?”

“Yes! Just imagine how cozy and loving that would look!” Louisa’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, while

Kenneth looked eagerly at Arabella.

“Your brothers always thought it was too childish and never wanted to join in, but this year could be

different. If you’re in, they’ll surely be fighting to wear them too.”

“I know you have a real knack for design, but let's have others handle the new clothes. You should take

it easy.”

“That’s right. We don’t want you to worry about these things. Just want your opinion. What do you think

about us wearing matching outfits for the New Year?”

Arabella finally said, “I’m fine with it.”

“Wonderful!” Louisa's face lit up with joy, “So when will you be back? I’ve arranged for a group of

designers to come over. They’ll take our measurements, pick out the fabrics, and offer some creative

ideas on the spot. We were hoping you could be there since we’d like to prioritize your input for the

family outfits.”

“I have an end-of-year meeting. I’ll try to be back by 4 p.m.,” Arabella replied, somewhat surprised at

herself. In the past, she wouldn’t have gone out of her way to explain her whereabouts.

Ever since she had returned to her biological family, it seemed she had changed a lot.

“That’s fine. Take your time, we’ll schedule them for before 4 p.m. There’s no rush,” Louisa couldn’t

hide her excitement.

The thought of publicly announcing her beloved daughter’s identity and proudly wearing matching

outfits together in a few days made her smile uncontrollably.

“I’d better get going then,” Arabella said her goodbyes and stepped out the door.

At that moment, both Kenneth and Louisa’s phones buzzed with incoming messages. It was Serena.

Serena had sent Louisa a heartfelt essay of a message, and then forwarded another well-prepared

essay to Kenneth.

Each of her messages was lengthy, reviving memories for Kenneth and Louisa, one by one. They were

transported back over a decade, holding her hand as she learned to walk, playing with her and her

toys. Every award she won, every commendation from her teachers, every time she stood out as

exceptional, filled them with pride and contentment.