Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

"Looks like there's more to it than meets the eye. Let's just watch and wait before we jump to conclusions."

"Even the host didn't grab the mic back. Could she be in cahoots with Ruby?"

Layla, with her clear and articulate voice, responded, "Folks, I don't know any Ruby. I've been a host for years, and I value my reputation. Why on earth would I ruin my career for someone I don't even know?" Someone in the crowd challenged her, "Then why didn't you take the microphone back?"

Layla retorted, "Would snatching it back change anything? If she's got something to say, let her speak. It's better to clear the air so no one suspects there's anything shady about the competition." The crowd nodded, suddenly understanding her point - and curious to see what kind of spectacle Ruby would create.

Alex stepped up, visibly upset, "What makes you think I bought those designs? Where's your proof?"

Alex was known for his meticulous work, especially when it came to competition. He had discarded any designs he'd touched or seen from Holly. He didn't use any of it.

Even in the company's design sketches, there were some that he wouldn't use. Some were sketches of Anya's work, where he found inspiration. His own designs were the result of long nights and endless dedication. The idea of him buying designs was preposterous.

Indignant, Alex demanded, "Without evidence, your accusations are slander."

could you suddenly rise to excellence as if by divine intervention?" Pointing at Holly, Ruby pressed, "You arrived with Alex. Tell us, what's the real story? How has Alex been performing at the company? Has he

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scoffed, "Her? She can't design her way out of a paper bag, let alone mentor someone. It's

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a pretty and young girl be

speak, "She's my foster daughter. I know what she's

"Josie, since when can you

statement sowed seeds of doubt among the

calmly asked, "You know better than anyone? Then tell me, what's my favorite food? Which class was I in

was at a loss for words, unable

mother, but you don't even

shot back, "Even if I don't know those things, that doesn't mean she can design clothes. You say

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