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.

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quietly as Oliver came in. Quickly, she said, "Rowan, stop

boozing, seized a bottle, and hurled it at Oliver, shattering it to pieces on

the broken glass,

another bottle and smashed it too, filling the air with the sharp

retreated from the battleground, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. The shards of glass

as he glared at Oliver. The two faced off across the

tried to mediate, "Can't you both

Oliver and Rowan shouted