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.

her, and she slid into the back seat. Next to

took her hand, Josefina tensed.

let go, will you let me hold

Josefina sighed.

didn't see anything. Yet Josefina couldn't shake the feeling that she and Oliver were about to get into some sort of mischief right

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

presented, each more exquisite and costly than the last. One, in particular, stood out. It was an

thought it was perfect for Josefina. Her radiant and robust features would shine in that dress. Well, with such a lovely face, she'd look good in anything. Sᴇaʀch

the stylist had swept her hair into an elegant updo, Oliver couldn't take his

shop attendants couldn't help but exclaim how stunning

stepped forward, took Josefina's hand, and

for the

for the first time, was 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