Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

At noon, as Oliver pondered texting Josefina about lunch plans, his phone buzzed with a message from her. [Don't come over at lunch. I'll come over with some food.]

Oliver's heart swelled with joy, and he called out for George to come in. Upon entering, George noticed Oliver's look of sheer delight and had only one thought. Was Oliver about to strut his stuff like a peacock in full display?

"Sir, you look so thrilled and happy. Is Ms. Josefina coming over?" asked George.

Beaming with approval, Oliver exclaimed, "George, you're a sharp one. Josie's coming to see me - of her own accord, no less - and she's bringing lunch."

George used to think Oliver was a man of few words, but now he realized Oliver wasn't reticent. He simply had nothing to say to others. And now, look at him, chatting away like there's no tomorrow. Catching on quickly, George chimed in, "Congratulations! Ms. Josefina must be smitten with you to come all this way!"

to the coat room, where he kept a few changes of clothes and

me?" Oliver inquired. A sharp outfit might earn him an

George pointed to a suit and said, "The ladies at the office once said you looked stunning in that particular get-up. Especially with glasses - the very image of

taken aback. For a moment, he

feel the same. Maybe she'll even fall for you." "That's enough, you can go." Oliver's voice was cool, sending George scurrying out,

in the cloakroom, extracting a suit from its hangar. It was a crisp white shirt, topped off with a blue-checked waistcoat and covered by a neat blue blazer. His face was strikingly handsome, with perfectly coiffed hair and

to the nines, Oliver headed down to the lobby to greet Josefina

kind of person deserved Oliver's personal

frosty demeanor melted in an instant. He approached Josefina, walking side by side