Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Ruby stood there, frozen in a dilemma, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.

If she left, she'd basically be admitting to having bad breath. And if she stayed, she'd be a punching bag for Josefina and Alex. The frustration made Ruby itch to claw at Josefina's beautiful face. Lauren, clacking along in her high heels, approached with the kind of stomping stride that broadcasted her fury for the world to hear.

"You shameless thing, who are you calling stinky breath?" Lauren jabbed a finger at Josefina as she started hurling insults.

Alex, unable to bear the sight, erupted in anger. "Lady, can't we tell the truth? Your daughter's got a mouth like a dumpster. She should've dealt with it ages ago."

At that moment, a stern-looking event staffer approached Ruby. "If you're not competing, get out now."

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As Ruby opened her mouth, Lauren instinctively covered her nose. Not just her-event staff winced and covered their noses too. "Your breath really does reek. How can anyone stand it when you speak?" Ruby was taken aback. She exhaled into her hand and sniffed-yep, definitely not roses.

Josefina smiled. When Ruby approached, Josefina stood up and casually waved her hand, inadvertently sprinkling powder on Ruby's body. Most of it, however, landed in her open mouth. There was no mistaking it now-Ruby's breath was a force to be reckoned with. Panicked and mortified, Ruby couldn't bear to speak to anyone.

The staffer frowned and ordered, "Competition's starting. Get back to your places, now."

face buried in her hands, fled, with Lauren-pinching her nose-chasing

Josefina found a way to sabotage Ruby's breath? His eyes

it as

at all. She took the mask

someone off this bad?" Erica inquired, her

the mask, Ruby's breath was

Josefina, she's definitely behind this. That witch, she's driving me

worry, sweetie. After this

of that little snake Josefina! I should've killed

could toss Ruby and her

halitosis cast an uncomfortable pall

began in earnest. The host, a poised and seasoned lady, gripped the microphone, delivering the official spiel. When her gaze met Josefina's,

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mask, rendering her unrecognizable. Ruby stood tall, her neck stretched out, displaying a confident attitude, as if she were

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