Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

The security guard, diligent and vigilant, asked with a firm tone, "Who are you here to see? Do you have an appointment?"

Billy was taken aback. Since when did you need a booking to drop by someone's place?

With confusion written all over his face, Billy listened as the guard went on, "We operate on a strict appointment system here. The residents let us know who's coming, what time, and we verify it. Seems like you don't have one, I'm sorry, but I can't let your car in."

Without Brandon's cell number, Billy had no choice but to reverse out of the driveway. He parked the car off to the side and approached the guard to negotiate.

First, he took out a cigarette to offer, but the guard declined. Then he promised a tip, but the guard refused once again, even scolding him.

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fuming. The gates of the upscale neighborhood held an authority that barred him from

in. The final plan? Billy spent some cash to

and Brandon's deep

me, the son of Bailey. My dad often mentioned you, said if

through the line as Brandon realized, "Ah, Bailey's boy! What

dad always talked about an engagement between your grandson and

and brains? Or in

your dad too. These arranged engagements are old-fashioned.

a furrowed brow, Billy persisted, "Mr. Brandon, I've heard Oliver is a real catch, way out of our league. I'm

aback. At

he checked his phone, a message from Josefina popped