Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. With Oliver in the picture, Rowan was sidelined. The company needed Oliver far more.

The two families sat down for dinner around a spacious table that still had empty seats. Course after course was served in a fusion of Eastern and Western cuisine.

Grandpa Brandon spoke up, "Josie, I heard from your granddad that you're quite fond of swings. Well, Oliver here went and built a few in his garden back home. Even got the dressing room spruced up. You should drop by his place sometime when you're free."

Hattie and Garrett were stunned. Could he be any more blunt?

Grandpa Brandon continued, "Garrett, Hattie, don't be too taken aback. I dote on Josie as if she were my own granddaughter. If I spoil her with a few gifts, it's all normal. After all, who wouldn't find Josie utterly charming?"

Oliver chimed in, "Josie is indeed very likeable."

celebrate Rowan's birthday had his own motives behind it. Every move

from her hands and replaced her plate with one

it with

seated across from the pair, frowned so deeply it looked as if she could trap a fly between her brows. She was chewing her own steak, but her expression suggested it

set them off and enjoy the show in light of the festivities," he said. Immediately,

Boom!

in a shower of brilliant

grand finale burst into the sky, spelling out "Josie" in fiery letters, leaving the onlookers in awe

Hattie had to admit, Oliver had outdone himself. They couldn't dismiss such a son-in-law. Perhaps Oliver

thinking Oliver might be a good match,

jealousy and rising anger. Even as others snapped photos with their phones, Lena refrained. She muttered under her breath, "I don't even

thought her comment would go unnoticed, but when

as he stated, "Whose birthday it is doesn't matter. What's important is that