Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina couldn't help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. "The nerve of that guy," she muttered under her breath. "Ruby's on her way over. Should I pass on your charming words?" she teased, with one eyebrow raised in mock challenge.

"Whatever," Xavier dismissed, confident that Ruby wouldn't take Josefina's word over his. He figured a sweet talk would smooth things over later.

As Ruby approached, Josefina cut in before she could speak, "Xavier here says he's just toying with you. He struts around like he's king of the peacocks when I'm around, but he's nothing to me. Ruby, you like picking up my leftovers, right? Well, here's some trash ripe for recycling."

With a disdainful glance at Xavier, Josefina turned on her heel and strode away. Xavier made to follow, but the piercing gaze of Oliver anchored him in place, forcing him to halt.

Ruby, eyes brimming with vulnerability, looked at Xavier. "Is it true what she said, Xavier?"

was mounting and his patience was worn thin by

ever the heart-reader, didn't need Xavier's comfort. She was adept at consoling herself. "Xavier, Josefina's always been dismissive of everyone. Even if you pretended to be into her for some scheme,

talking nonsense. I was just sussing out who she really is. If that woman chooses to act tough, well,

a more promising catch, she reluctantly returned to Xavier's

about to excuse herself, claiming a trip to the restroom, a staff member blocked her

the meaning of this?" Xavier

"Just follow me, please."

such an elite setting, Xavier couldn't afford an outburst. He dreaded the mess that his family would have

check, the staff member explained, "Apologies, but this invitation belongs to Mrs.

flared. That was the invitation his mother had given him! A mere piece of paper managed to leave him mortified. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

the second son of the Rowland family. It's just an invitation, and we're all Rowlands here.