Arabella Vanderbilt shook her head, "Luckily, Joel rushed over from behind and risked his life to save me. If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I would have already..."
Queen Ylaya's fingers trembled, her face turning pale.
"Joel was supposed to get in the car with me to attend Miss Fiona's birthday banquet. But the driver used royal regulations as an excuse, allowing only me to get in the car.
On the road, I tried to negotiate with him, but he kept blocking me with protocol.
Joel, such a proud man, was rejected like that, his dignity trampled by our Royal Family.
If my status as a Princess means he has to endure such humiliation, I'd rather not have this title as a Princess."
This matter weighed on Arabella Vanderbilt's mind ever since she got in the car last night.
She couldn't bring herself to tell Joel Russo.
Before meeting her, he was proud and noble, always the center of attention, surrounded by people. But with her, he wasn't even afforded a single car ride.
