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."

known you, you've been the cash queen. No job is too big, and no fee is too small. What's the story this time? There's gotta be more to it,

juice, and replied with slight irritation, "Luke, with

it's not

paused. Busted. He

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

got stuff to do. Later." She ended the call

Her

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

end sent shivers 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

cold, dismissive. "Really? What

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

schemes to unravel so suddenly. "Stay your hand for now. I'll

recklessly, fearing she'd botch his plans and

well," he reminded her. Sᴇaʀᴄh