Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina hit redial on her phone, and Luke's anxious voice crackled through the speaker. "Boss, big client alert!"

Josefina raised an eyebrow. "Which client?"

"The one who dropped a fortune on your self-portrait last time. Well, he's back for more."

Josefina let out a sigh. A self-portrait, again?

"Luke, tell this guy I'm swamped. I have no time for brushwork."

"Are you turning down cash? Since when were you not in it for the green?"

Luke caught on quick. Josefina was notorious for her money-making hustle. If she was passing up this payday, something was up. He whispered, "What's the deal? Is the art collector your nemesis or something?"

"You're overthinking it."

no fee is too small. What's the story

sofa, cradling a glass of juice, and replied with slight irritation, "Luke, with that imagination, why aren't you

not

Busted. He guessed

he doesn't have taste. You're top-notch, and him landing

rolled her eyes. "You're too chatty. I've got stuff to do. Later." She ended the call and buried herself in her

in bed, rest eluding her. Her phone

Josefina got back, you've been off your

down Lena's spine. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, betraying her unrest. "It's like Josefina's onto every plan. My horse went berserk, which was probably her doing. She touched it, and next

man's voice was cold, dismissive. "Really? What is

defensive, said helplessly, "Ever since her return, nothing's gone right. And today, I noticed Emily, Garrett,

his schemes to unravel so suddenly. "Stay your

recklessly, fearing she'd botch his plans and

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