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?"

declined. "Thank you, Mrs. H, but Josie says it's late and I should be heading home." Josefina

Oliver left, Hattie and Josefina strolled back to the

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

she could give her daughter the world to make up for the lost time. "How could they mix up three babies? What the heck happened at the hospital that day? How did we end up with the wrong

birth. Right after you were born, there was a commotion about a child

off. "The

I found out about the mix-up, I've had people investigating. The doctors and nurses from that

with what Luke had found out. They needed to

daughter suffered because of them, and I won't let any of them get away." S~ᴇaʀᴄh

agitated state. "Mom, I'm starting to

as 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