Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver's expression softened noticeably as he learned that Annika was Josefina's maid. He flashed a grateful smile at Annika and said, "Thanks."

That smile nearly knocked Annika for six. "Wowzers, Josefina's boyfriend is a total hunk, " Annika thought to herself.

"It's no trouble at all, Mr. Oliver. You're too kind," Annika replied with a beaming smile.

Oliver wasn't in the mood to engage Lena any longer, anxious that if he lingered, she'd cling to him like a burr. He made a swift exit.

Annika rolled her eyes at Lena, then turned to Ryan and remarked, "Mr. Oliver is such a gent, not even making a fuss about the suit. That outfit looks pricy. It's a blessing he didn't ask Miss Lena to cough up any dough."

Ryan was speechless. "Annika, don't you think you're oversimplifying things?"

"How so? Mr. Oliver is legit awesome. He didn't make Miss Lena pay a dime. How's that not cool?" Annika gave Lena a look of cool indifference. "Miss Lena, you gotta wise up. That's Ms. Josefina's boyfriend, and you don't want any misunderstandings, right? Think about how it looks, fussing over Mr. Oliver's threads."

Suddenly, Ryan got the sense that maybe Annika was faking understanding more than she actually had. He chuckled and said, "Annika, better take care of Mr. Oliver's suit, alright?"

fancy deserves a good wash before we return it to

back, grabbed the clothes and scampered off. Ryan followed suit, equally afraid of being roped

Annika vividly

was so awesome! If it weren't for the sake of the

"Lena's got guts, doesn't she? After so many setbacks,

Oliver's suit. Should we trash it, or give it a wash and

then return it to Oliver. Such an expensive piece can't just be tossed aside." Annika looked at Josefina fondly, her affection growing. "You're spot on, Ms. Josefina. We

Josefina," Annika went on, "you and Mr. Oliver are like

her ear sheepishly. "Annika,

getting late. You should rest. I'll head off and prep for breakfast tomorrow." Annika left with a smile still on her face. Josefina gazed at the clothes on the table, lost in thought. Her phone rang. It was Luke. Remembering the content of a recent text, she answered immediately. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

I found that the doctors from the hospital where your mom, Lauren, and Lena's mom were, all left within a couple of years—either resigning or being transferred,

taken aback. Someone

will always be traces left behind,"

who might know something. I'm on my way to her now. I'll let you know as soon as I have

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