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."

had his own motives behind it. Every move he made was

from her hands and replaced her plate with one where he had already neatly

with finesse, savoring a bite, and following it with a sip of red

between her brows. She was chewing her own steak, but her expression suggested it

villa's sprawling backyard lawn. "A friend sent over some fireworks. Let's set them off and enjoy the show in light of the festivities," he said. Immediately, Bennett and the servants went

Boom!

shower of brilliant colors. Each firework bloomed like a flower, with others forming

out "Josie" in fiery

to admit, Oliver had outdone himself. They couldn't dismiss such a

couple exchanged a look, both thinking Oliver might be a good match, but ultimately, it was up

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

would go unnoticed, but when she looked

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