Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver had received his invitation, too. He picked up the phone and dialed Josefina's number, asking if she'd like to join him at the art exhibit. Josefina had been looking for an excuse to check it out and readily agreed, "Sure, I'll meet you at the entrance."

Oliver sighed dramatically, a touch of coaxing in his voice, "Josie, you're my date. Doesn't it make more sense for us to arrive together?" Playing the sympathy card, he continued, "Josie, are you really not going to give us some sort of status?"

Josefina's cheeks flushed at his teasing. "Fine, pick me up at my office then."

Just as Josefina was about to hang up, Oliver quickly piped up, "I'm downstairs at your building right now. I'll take you to get dressed and styled."

Oliver simply wanted to attend the exhibit in style with Josefina.

Josefina sighed inwardly. Was all this fuss necessary?

But considering it was her mentor's exhibit, dressing up was a sign of respect. She agreed.

came downstairs, George, the chauffeur, opened the car door for her, and she slid into the back seat. Next to her, Oliver, dapper in his suit, looked at her with an

he took her hand, Josefina tensed. "Please,

go, will you let me

Josefina sighed.

anything. Yet Josefina couldn't shake the feeling that she and Oliver

it's all my fault," he said, not

for Josefina to choose from. Five stunning evening dresses were presented, each more exquisite and costly than the last. One, in particular, stood out. It was an elegant piece, with a

a lovely face, she'd look good in anything. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt

hair into

but exclaim how stunning

Josefina's hand,

the exhibit

utterly adorable.