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?"

the gentleman, declined. "Thank 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 caused him some sort of

left, Hattie and Josefina strolled back to

glow of the streetlights, Josefina looked utterly charming. Hattie's eyes were filled with remorse as she gazed at her daughter. If only she had found Josefina

make up for the lost time. "How could they mix up three babies? What the heck happened at the hospital that day?

found a hospital for the birth. Right after you were born, there was a commotion

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

nurses from that time have either

found out. They needed to find those people

investigation. We must find those involved. My daughter suffered because of them, and I won't let any of them get away."

agitated state. "Mom,

expected, Hattie's focus immediately shifted. "You're hungry, Josie? Shall I ask the chef to whip up a plate of pasta for you? Or maybe you'd prefer some fried rice? We've got fruit as well.