Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina donned an emerald green long-sleeve blouse paired with sleek black slacks that accentuated her slender waist, striding with elegance.

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"Have some breakfast first. Whatever questions you've got, I'm here to clear them up," Oliver offered.

Upon waking, Josefina had discovered a message exchange with Hattie that she hadn't sent herself. She sat down to a breakfast that was nothing short of a feast. Josefina gaped at the table laden with morning fare. "Oliver, this is too much. The two of us couldn't possibly finish all this."

Oliver chuckled, "It's alright if we don't finish. What matters is having what you enjoy."

Back at the Harrison household, Josefina was doted on just the same. Here with Oliver, he was determined to spoil her even more.

With a rumbling stomach, Josefina tucked into a hearty breakfast. Oliver joined in, eating a bit himself, delighted to see Josefina enjoying the meal he had provided.

Once sated, Josefina was ready to settle scores with Oliver. "Why did you reply to messages on my phone? And even sent one I knew nothing about?"

your folks worrying, so I took the liberty of replying

Oliver's thoughtfulness was right in line with her own. A drunken return would have surely sparked concern at

to work." Oliver rose, and Josefina grabbed her purse

match. The butler, watching them,

for having such a stunning lady

shared a knowing smile and began

in her office, Josefina

Devon, how come you have time

home to reconnect with the family? Are they treating you well? Like Billy did? If so, better you leave that home. Those people

Devon cared for her and gently clarified, "They've been good to me, a thousand times better than

are you coming back to take over my empire? My businesses are nearly growing

spin. They all wanted her to take over their legacies, and she was spread too

the company our family set me up with. School's starting

I taught you painting, didn't I?