Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Ruby clung to Xavier's arm, her voice tinged with vulnerability, "Xavier, my sister is here again. Does she like you? Does she want to be with you and is trying to sabotage us?"

Xavier glanced over at Josefina, who seemed to be making her way toward him. With a lift of his head and a defiant swagger, Xavier asserted, "Ruby, I don't fancy her-not in the slightest. Even if she threw herself at me, I wouldn't be swayed. She could stand before me in her birthday suit, and I wouldn't bat an eye."

Ruby murmured, "Ugh, why can't she just leave me alone? Is she green with envy because I've snagged a catch that is handsome and capable like you?"

Xavier affectionately ruffled her hair, "Silly girl, I'm not running a junkyard here-I don't take in trash."

As they spoke, Josefina was already nearby, browsing aimlessly and absentmindedly. Today, Josefina was dressed in a plain white tee paired with stone-washed blue jeans and simple white sneakers. Her hair was casually clipped back, its tousled strands framing her face with an effortless allure. The girl's lips, painted a subtle red, complemented her large, doe-like eyes that sparkled like bright stars.

Josefina, strolling along, found her path abruptly blocked. She changed direction, but the figure persisted, once again obstructing her. She slowly lifted her head, her gazes as calm as water. "Get out of my way."

approached, looking every inch the aggrieved little girl, "Josefina, why do you

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