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 her, Oliver, dapper in his suit, looked at her with an adoring

hand, Josefina tensed. "Please, let

you let me hold it

Josefina sighed.

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

my fault," he said,

Oliver had the staff bring out a selection of gowns 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 high-neck collar and

shine in that dress. Well, with such a lovely face, she'd look good in anything.

she was dressed and the stylist had swept her hair into an elegant updo, Oliver couldn't take

help but

hand,

the

all dolled up in a pink, princess-style dress, looking utterly adorable. Clutching Xavier's arm, she couldn't help