Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

It was a spectacle to behold. The bouquet was so massive it took several people to carry it through the office doors.

The flower shop owner himself made a special delivery to Josefina's office, tapping on the door with a bright smile. When the door swung open, Josefina was greeted first by the cheery man, and then by the sea of roses that followed, leaving her utterly speechless.

"Miss Josefina," the owner started, "these roses are from Mr. Oliver. Would you kindly sign for them?"

Without another word, Josefina signed for the delivery, and the owner, along with his entourage, made their way out. As they passed the open workspace, Holly was itching to find out who had sent Josefina the roses, but the delivery crew whisked by without so much as a glance her way.

Holly fumed, "Are these people deaf? Can't they hear me?"

Sammuel chimed in, "Actually, I checked. The delivery guys are indeed hearing-impaired."

Holly was so mad. She wanted to throttle Sammuel!

Sammuel quickly added, "Calm down, Holly. After work, how about we hit up The Roost for a bite?"

That suggestion seemed to lift Holly's spirits, and without giving Sammuel another thought, she dove back into her designs.

When Josefina wanted to call Oliver, Brandon suddenly called her. "Josie, dear, hope I'm not interrupting your work."

What can I

You know, those quick-relief heart pills you make work wonders.

just didn't compare to Josefina's so gentle on his system,

come over, check your pulse, and see

his secret sauce is to die for, and I know you

get back to

to make sure everything was set for Josefina's

buzz of a street food market right at home, and make sure that it would make Josefina want to visit more often and, hopefully, spend more time with Oliver. Grandpa Brandon was certainly going

got through to Oliver

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her forehead, looking at the overwhelming number of roses. "Oliver, why did you send so many roses? My office is practically drowning

you don't like them, I'll ask them

yet, don't send any at all. Everyone at the

smile. "Let them talk. It's high time they knew you're taken and ward off any

was helpless, "No one likes

been confessed to or told she was liked before.

know, it wasn't that she was unlikable, but rather that most people were simply too intimidated to approach her. For instance, her martial arts skills were impressive. Her strikes were forceful, deterring the faint-hearted. And her talent in fashion design was undeniable, outshining

a woman was

no more flowers, okay? If you send any more, I'll