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.

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

he took her hand, Josefina tensed. "Please,

let go, will you let

Josefina sighed.

and Oliver were about to get into some sort of mischief right there in the car. She pushed Oliver away. "This

my fault," he said, not letting

presented, each more exquisite and costly than the last.

radiant and robust features would shine in that dress. Well, with such a lovely face, she'd look good

the stylist had swept her hair into an elegant

attendants couldn't help but exclaim how stunning Josefina

forward, took Josefina's hand,

for the exhibit

a pink, princess-style dress, looking utterly adorable. Clutching