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?"

I thought you wouldn't want your

in line with her own. A drunken return would have surely sparked

Oliver rose, and Josefina grabbed her purse to head

alone spoke of a perfect match. The butler, watching them, couldn't help

I envy Oliver for having such a stunning

a knowing smile and began clearing the

in her office, Josefina

tones, she answered, "Grandpa Devon, how come you have time to

Billy did? If so, better you leave that home. Those people aren't worth it; you don't need to waste your energy on

clarified, "They've been good to me, a thousand

happy. When are you coming back to take over my empire? My businesses are nearly

made Josefina's head spin. They all wanted her to take over their legacies, and she

the company our family set me up with. School's starting too, so I'm really strapped

you think of. Judson might've taught you medicine, but I taught you painting, didn't I? Painting's way simpler than healing folks - any place can be your canvas as long