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.

seat. Next to her, Oliver, dapper in his suit, looked at

hand,

you let me hold

Josefina sighed.

and Oliver were about to get into some sort of mischief right there in the

my fault," he said, not letting go of

from. Five stunning evening dresses were presented, each more exquisite and costly than

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had swept her hair into an elegant updo, Oliver couldn't

shop attendants couldn't help but

stepped forward, took Josefina's hand, and they walked out

for the exhibit was

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