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

her hand, Josefina

will you let

Josefina sighed.

went up, and George 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 there in the car. She pushed Oliver away. "This is

all my fault," he said, not

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,

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

her hair

shop attendants couldn't help but exclaim how

forward, took Josefina's hand, and they walked

for the exhibit was

dolled up in a pink, princess-style dress, looking utterly adorable. Clutching Xavier's arm, she