Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Shay stood on the second floor, watching as Josefina walked in, her arm linked with Oliver's wrist. It was then that Shay realized, Oliver's affection wasn't for Lena but for Josefina, the real daughter that the Harrison family had brought back.

With a tender smile gracing her lips, Shay nodded subtly. Josefina, however, was not convinced. The look in Shay's eyes a moment ago had not seemed so gentle. Out of politeness, Josefina returned the nod and leaned in to whisper to Hattie. "Why did Rowan only invite these few people for his birthday?" she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Hattie, equally perplexed, murmured back, "Probably didn't want a big fuss, to avoid a scene, you know?"

Glancing around the room, Josefina's cheeks flushed with understanding.

Alma's mother approached to exchange pleasantries with Hattie, while Sylvie and Nola's mother joined the conversation. The trio of girls - Sylvie, Alma, and Nola - also made their way over to Josefina. Alma wore an awkward expression. "Josie, I was out of line the other day. I hope you can forgive me. I swear, no more rivalry from me."

Nola added, "After we got home, my parents gave me an earful. Please, Josie, let's bury the hatchet."

chimed in, "You've already forgiven

out a light laugh. "I'm not the boogeyman, you

makes sense why today's party is such an intimate

used to think Oliver and Lena were an item. Now it's clear I was

found herself engulfed in awkwardness

a distance, her heart seething with loathing and envy as her former friends flocked to Josefina's side,

flute of champagne, her eyes sparkling with forced cheer. "Josie, you look

regardless. She'd look

agreed, "Josie's beauty is timeless. She's a

and uneasy. Josefina had saved her, she was also aware of Josefina's identity, and now she just felt a kind of ignorant embarrassment. Sylvie glanced

of everyone, especially since she was now a part of the Harrison clan, Josefina graciously accepted the compliment. "Thank you. The dress is an Anya original.

she designed that dress herself. Of course,

peaceful, Shay, with a pale face, rushed