Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Right in front of the mansion was this beat-up electric pedicab parked, loaded with a bunch of cardboard boxes, looking like it belonged to some junk collector. The middle-aged dude in the driver's seat was all smeared with grime, the kind you'd think was engine oil or something.

When the pedicab's driver caught sight of Josefina standing at the gate, he was like a deer caught in the headlights, blurting out, "You must be Miss Josefina, right?"-

The girl in front of him had eyes twinkling like stars. They were so dewy and had this mix of innocence and a touch of frosty pride. She was just in some simple sportswear but oozed this effortless class. Josefina bore a striking resemblance to the lady of the house. She seemed to have the best features of both Mr. and Mrs. Harrison. That's how he instantly knew she was the Miss Josefina he was meant to pick up.

Miss Josefina?

Not only did Josefina freeze for a second, but even Lauren, who was marching out to settle some scores with her, was gobsmacked. Lauren never expected someone to call Josefina with such respect. Wasn't she from some small town?

snorted with laughter, "What an act,

respect. "Miss Josefina, I'm the family driver, here to take you home. Really sorry I'm late. The car broke down nearby, and I've already called a mechanic. Had to borrow the pedicab from the repair shop owner. I'm scared I'd miss picking you up." Billy and Ruby, stepping out of the mansion, were

clearly no stranger to a workout and was no

sidled up to her, linking arms. "Mom, is he my sister's dad?" Ryan's brows furrowed. "What did I do to deserve this? How could I

Lauren and stepping closer to Josefina. With a look of disdain, she whispered, "Why don't you and your junk-collecting dad head on back? Some people are just low-born. They can't handle wealth and are doomed

turned her head, towering over the five-foot-three Ruby with her own five-foot-seven stature. She looked down at her with a

was livid! She wanted to rip that

pedicab and see what her real folks were like. She wasn't sticking around if they were anything like

to Ryan, her voice cool as ice. "Let's go,

said Ryan, a bit sheepish but making

car and had to rock up on a