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.

Josefina came downstairs, George, the chauffeur, opened the car door for her, and she slid into the back seat. Next to

her hand, Josefina tensed. "Please, let

I let go, will you let me hold

Josefina sighed.

Yet Josefina couldn't shake the feeling that she and Oliver were about to get into some sort of mischief right there in the car. She pushed Oliver away. "This

all my fault," he said,

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her hair into an

help but exclaim how stunning Josefina

stepped forward, took Josefina's hand,

for the

all dolled up in a pink, princess-style dress, looking utterly adorable. Clutching Xavier's arm, she couldn't help but look around in wonder. Most attendees were wealthy or influential, and