Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Brandon already had an idea. "Bennett, Josie did me a solid. Go get her a little something, will you?"

Bennett asked, "Sir, what sort of gift should I get?"

Brandon rarely gave out gifts. Ever since Oliver came back, Brandon's marriage with his wife, Minerva, had been on the rocks, and they'd been living apart for years. Minerva had moved abroad and hadn't returned for years. They hadn't even gotten around to filing for divorce.

Without much thought, Brandon blurted out, "Clothes, handbags, jewelry-whatever you see fit. Money's no object, so splurge on the expensive stuff."

Hadn't all his gifts to Josefina so far been along those lines? If girls like them, then buy them.

"Understood, sir. I'll have someone take care of it right away," said Bennett as he whipped out his cell phone to send out the instructions.

birthday bash, skip the riff-raff. Keep it simple. Also, give Rowan this message: if that boy embarrasses me, I'll skin

helplessness in his

Rowan was drowning his sorrows in booze, with a sea of empty bottles

side, her voice laced with concern, "Rowan, ease up on the drink. You're going to wreck your health." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

to. It's none of your business! Go to bed and stop nagging

just sat quietly as Oliver came in. Quickly, she said,

a bottle, and hurled it at Oliver, shattering it to pieces

glass, he asked coldly,

fearlessness. He picked up another bottle and smashed it too, filling the air with the sharp scent of

in the crossfire. The

Oliver. The two faced off across the wreckage of broken bottles, their expressions

to mediate, "Can't you both just calm down a

lost!" Oliver and Rowan shouted