Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

After making plans with Oliver, Josefina clocked out and left the office building, but before she could even reach the exit, her path was intercepted by Holly.

"Ms. Josefina, I've got something I need to discuss with you," Holly said, her voice tinged with urgency.

Josefina, clutching her purse and noting the deserted hallway, realized Holly must have waited a while. She replied with a gentle smile, "Holly, if you needed to talk, you could've just popped by my office. No need to wait out here for so long."

"Ms. Josefina, I didn't want to disturb you when you were swamped with work. And since it's after hours, I figured I'd catch you on your way out."

"What's on your mind?" Josefina inquired, curious.

Holly hesitated before blurting out, "Ms. Josefina, about that design competition - could I possibly tag along with you? I'd love to broaden my horizons, and I'm sure it'd inspire my own work." Josefina was taken aback, wondering how Holly knew she'd only picked Alex to attend the competition. Alex was tight-lipped. He wouldn't spill the beans on a whim.

Before Josefina could voice her thoughts, Holly continued, "I know I'm not on Alex's level, and I can't represent the company in the contest. I just want to soak in the experience, that's all. Please, Ms. Josefina, could you take me with you?"

The sincerity in Holly's eyes made it hard for Josefina to refuse. "Alright, you can come along when the time comes."

forward in a quick bow, brimming with excitement. "Thank you, Ms.

with a smile,

they walked, Holly snuck glances at Josefina, inwardly cursing with envy at her flawless complexion - smooth, supple, and

to the curb, its window rolling down to reveal Oliver's striking features.

Holly caught a glimpse of Oliver and was

she got into the car, leaving Holly rooted to the spot, utterly starstruck. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

she regained her composure. By

clasped by the person next to her. With a teasing smile, Josefina asked, "Didn't I tell you to meet at the restaurant? What brought you

restraint, will you? We're not alone here." His lips curled into

was intent on continuing. Holding Josefina's hand in his, Oliver's palm was slightly cool and dry, wrapping around her smaller hand comfortably. They arrived at

on their side;

sight of Josefina and greeted them with

"I'm sorry, folks, but we're all filled up,"

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