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."

"Ever since I've known you, you've been the cash queen. No job is too big, and no fee is too small. What's

leaned back on the sofa, cradling a glass of juice, and replied with slight irritation, "Luke, with that

it's not

paused. Busted.

you. Can't say he doesn't have taste.

stuff to do. Later."

eluding her. Her phone rang, its familiar tone prompting her to

fumbles, Lena? Ever since Josefina got

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 thing I knew, I was in

was cold, dismissive. "Really? What is she, some kind of witch

desperate not to seem defensive, said helplessly, "Ever since her return, nothing's gone right. And today, I noticed Emily, Garrett, and

unravel so suddenly. "Stay your hand for now.

fearing she'd botch his

sent you to the Harrison family for a reason. Serve well," he reminded her. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website