Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Lena's heart twisted with discomfort, but she couldn't just bail out and appear antisocial. So, she stayed, fuming silently as Hattie chattered away.

Garrett, too, lauded Josefina's actions. "Josie, knowing that the Harrison family's business will someday be in your hands brings me immense peace of mind."

Josefina smiled and replied, "Thanks for the praise, Mom and Dad, but Annika was the one who spotted the issue. And it's because Regina was squeezing the staff so hard that they were grumbling under their breath and too scared to report her."

Lena probably squashed any attempts to blow the whistle on Regina. Josefina's gaze drifted towards Lena, who, feeling the attention, forced an ungainly smile. "Josie, you're so impressive. I've got to learn from you how to help Mom and Dad out of a tight spot."

Josefina didn't pick up the conversational baton. She didn't buy Lena's ignorance of Regina's embezzlement for a second. With Regina kicked to the curb, Lena must be reeling, right? Clipping Lena's wings was sweet-now let's see what tricks she can pull in the Harrison family.

While Josefina pondered the situation, a cup of water appeared before her. "Have some water." Oliver offered, ever so considerate.

After a sip, Josefina asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

might be bullied," Oliver murmured

but she laughed

words. Who in the world could bully Josefina? If anyone were so capable, Lena would love to know. Her

head back.

resist. Josefina nodded in agreement. They reached the doorstep when Oliver suddenly turned and enveloped Josefina in

to push Oliver away. "You're hugging

go, his eyes still smoldering with intensity. "A kiss, and I'll

chest, Josefina teased, "What are you,

pulled her close, and planted a swift

you don't really like Oliver, do you?" Lena's expression turned frantic, as if a secret had been unearthed. "What are you talking about? Josefina, since you've returned, not only did you steal Mom

time you look at him, the affection doesn't reach your eyes. You don't really like him." Lena roared back, "Shut up! I like Oliver, he's the one I love. What do you know about love? You don't understand it at

shook her head, "Maybe I don't, but I've observed the way you look at Oliver. Your gazes lack the depth of true love. Lena, who's making you pretend to

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