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."

big, and no fee is too small. What's the story this time? There's

cradling a glass of juice, and replied with slight irritation, "Luke, with

it's not

Busted.

the hots for you. Can't say he doesn't have taste.

do. Later." She ended the call and buried

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

Lena? Ever since Josefina got back, you've been

"It's like Josefina's onto every plan. My horse went berserk, which was

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

nothing's gone right. And today, I noticed Emily, Garrett, and Hattie... are all clean of

unravel so suddenly. "Stay your hand

recklessly, fearing she'd botch his plans and meet a

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