Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

"Let her strut her stuff for a few days."

"That woman is vicious. No one dares to cross her."

The group went back and forth, their chatter grinding on Noel's nerves until he couldn't take it anymore. "Enough! Shut it!" he barked, causing silence to fall over the room. Without another word, he stormed out.

...

Josefina was in her office when her phone rang with a number she didn't recognize.

"Is this Ms. Josefina?" The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, yet oddly resonant with something she couldn't quite place.

Josefina hummed an acknowledgment, and the voice, dripping with eagerness, continued, "Ms. Josefina, it's Nola. We're outside your company's building. Could you let us in? I'm here with Alma. We need to speak with you."

Josefina's curiosity was piqued. What sort of drama were these two cooking up now? "Sure," Josefina replied, instructing the receptionist to let them through.

Moments later, the pair waltzed in, arms laden with designer shopping bags. Their arrival created quite a stir. Nola and Alma were quite a sight - not only attractive, but they also carried themselves with a certain je ne sais quoi, exclusively decked out in luxury brands, making it impossible not to stare.

They sauntered into Josefina's office and, with a sycophantic smile, placed the gift bags on her desk.

Nola broke the ice, "Josie, may I call you that? Formal titles just seem so distant. If you hadn't been switched at birth, then we would've been friends now, right? What's Lena got to do with anything?"

Alma chimed in, "Absolutely. Just look at you, cute and lovely with legs for days. You're a real heartbreaker."

Josefina was at a loss for words. "I don't take gifts for no reason. Out with it, what do you want?"

Her businesslike tone made them visibly uncomfortable. With a grin that was a little too wide, Nola said, "Josie, we're here to apologize. The mess at the stables was our fault, and we're sincerely sorry."

Alma added, "I was blind to your worth, my mistake. Josie, we vow not to cross you again. Can we bury the hatchet?"

Josefina observed the two charming

young women, who were fixated on her with a blend of hope and anxiety. She nearly laughed at the absurdity. They made her feel like some sort of villain.

Nola and Alma, both college girls, had been pampered all their lives. After the incident at the stables, their family businesses facedThis content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

repercussions. The family elders gave the girls a dressing down. The

cherished their true

heiress, and the girls had been chastised for siding with an impostor over her. They had never faced such humiliation and quickly understood that their fortunes were intertwined. If the family went under, they'd be left with nothing.

So, they hatched a plan. They bought an array of expensive presents for Josefina as a peace offering and admitted their fault. Through their demeanor, Josefina deduced that their perceptive elders had seen through the situation and given them a good scolding.

As Josefina was about to speak, the two sat in anticipation, their eyes locked on her, filled with both hope and worry. Josefina let out a chuckle, and they realized just how charming her smile was. "Don't worry, I'm not one to hold grudges."

Nola and Alma exhaled in relief. Nola whispered, "Josie, thank you for forgiving us. To show our gratitude, I'll share a secret with you."

Josefina raised an eyebrow. "What secret?"

Nola leaned in closer. "It's about Lena..."