Arabella's POV
I couldn't shake the thoughts of the man I encountered the other day. How did it escape my mind that he could be Luke's brother? Now, looking back, the resemblance is strikingly clear.
"What are you thinking about?" Henry suddenly asked, breaking my reverie. "You've been frowning all day. Did that guy you're always with make you mad or something?"
I shot Henry an exasperated look. "No, he didn't, Henry," I grumbled. "Could you ask Vanilla to keep you company for a bit? I really need to finish this assignment."
Henry leaned over to glance at my blank paper. "You haven't even started yet."
I responded with a sarcastic smile, "Yeah, I'm well aware of that, little guy. Have you considered that it might be because you keep talking non-stop in the background?"
"Arabella,
