Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina shoved Oliver away and quickly retreated a step. "Look, Oliver, it's getting late. You should head on home."

Oliver watched Josefina make a break for it, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk as he continued to close the gap between them. She ran, he chased; it was a game she couldn't escape.

Hattie stepped out and called to Josefina.

"Josie, I've got a pot of chicken soup simmering in the kitchen. Fancy a bowl?"

Without hesitation, Josefina blurted out, "Yes, I'll have some." She had to take the soup, or Oliver might end up devouring her instead.

Hattie, always the polite hostess, extended the invitation to Oliver. "Oliver, would you like to join us for a bowl?"

you, Mrs. H, but Josie says it's late and I should be heading home." Josefina fell silent. Oliver gave off an impression as if Josefina had

Oliver left, Hattie and Josefina strolled back to

were filled with remorse as she gazed at her

separated us for eighteen long years." Hattie wished she could give her daughter the world to make up for the lost time. "How could they mix up three babies? What the heck

labor pains started, and we found a hospital for the birth. Right after you were born, there was a commotion about a child

something was off. "The hospital's security couldn't have been

and nurses from that time have either retired

matched up with what Luke had found out. They needed to find those

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to calm her mother's agitated state. "Mom, I'm starting to get

plate of pasta for you? Or maybe