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!"

and there. He headed to the coat room, where he kept a few changes of clothes and suits, always ready for an

Oliver inquired. A sharp outfit might earn him an extra

about Oliver's fashion sense, George pointed to a suit and said, "The ladies at the office once said you looked stunning in

was taken aback. For a moment, he wasn't sure if he'd been

being a lady herself, is bound to feel the same. Maybe she'll

blue-checked waistcoat and covered by a neat blue blazer. His face was strikingly handsome, with perfectly coiffed hair and sharp, star-like eyes hidden slightly behind

nines, Oliver headed down to the

what kind

short-sleeved dress walked through the door, Oliver's frosty demeanor melted in an