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?"

I should be heading home." Josefina fell silent. Oliver

Hattie and Josefina strolled back to

charming. Hattie's eyes were filled with

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

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

this, Josefina felt something was off. "The hospital's security couldn't have been that

nurses from that time have either retired or left

with what Luke had found out. They needed to find those people from back then to

must find those involved. My daughter suffered because of them, and I won't let any of them get away." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt

agitated state. "Mom, I'm starting to get

Hattie's focus immediately shifted. "You're hungry, Josie? Shall I ask the chef to whip up a plate of pasta for