Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Brandon cowered behind, his voice locked in his throat, while Bennett was sweating bullets. Ms. Josefina's mind was like a steel trap; nothing slipped past her keen eyes. Oliver peeled a boiled egg and placed it on her plate. "What's up?"

Frowning, Josefina muttered, "The weather's off. I checked the forecast yesterday, and it was supposed to be sunny today. But now it seems like it's drizzling outside." She'd agreed to Luke's get-together. Was it going to be a washout?

With a doting tone, Oliver said, "Let's roll with the punches. Even if it rains, there will be a moment when the sun shines through. I heard you're into sports. How about I show you our home gym later?"

Bennett approached from the elevator, speaking respectfully, "Ms. Josefina, the weather seems iffy, like it's going to rain. If you're bored after breakfast, we've got badminton, volleyball, even soccer and basketball courts at the house."

Josefina sighed. Was the weather really that unpredictable?

down her cutlery and decided, "I should head home before

of the day before, Oliver quickly followed. He barely made it to the door when a

fine day suddenly turned into this? The weather seemed

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was firm. "No need, I can drive

regretfully, "unfortunately, all the cars are out

a single one

is one, but it's not the best for driving. If anything were to

tales with a straight face. He was quite the character. These two old hands were outdoing each other in fibs to keep Josefina

"Ms. Josefina, this rain looks like it's settling in

first," another