Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

"I've told Mr. Oliver to seize the opportunity, given how fond he is of Ms. Josefina," remarked the butler, a knowing twinkle in his eye. Both shared a smile, their happiness evident.

Josefina recorded the deluge pounding outside and sent it to Hattie, explaining she was stuck and would head home when the rain eased up.

Hattie peered through her window at the clear blue skies, utterly baffled by Josefina's video. [Josie, it's all sunshine and rainbows here. How on earth is it pouring buckets at your end?] She shook her head, "That's just not adding up."

Comparing the photo Hattie had sent back, Josefina couldn't deny the stark contrast.

[Josie, better stay put for now. The rain's coming down way too hard for safe driving. Even the Baldwin family's seasoned chauffeurs can't drive in this weather. I'm worried.]

[Alright, no worries. I'll head back once the rain lets up.] Josefina replied, then dialed Luke to cancel their dinner plans. This rain didn't look like it would stop anytime soon.

Luke grumbled, "Do you think the Baldwin clan pulled some strings for a rain dance just to keep you there?" Frustration laced his voice. "I've got all the grub ready, and now you're stuck with them!" The Baldwins sure played a crafty game!

As Josefina gazed out, Luke's words echoed in her mind. "I'll go check it out," she said, hanging up.

Stepping outside, Josefina encountered Oliver. With his glasses on, he stood out sharply.

"I want to show you something."

Cutting to the chase, Josefina asked, "Did your family orchestrate this downpour?"

Oliver nodded. "I didn't do it." Truth was, he wasn't to blame. And he wasn't lying.

Taking her hand, Oliver led the way. "Come with me."

Following Oliver's stride, Josefina found herself on a secluded path sheltered from the rain. Flowers and greenery ined the walkway, their vibrant colors blooming fiercely adding a subtle fragrance to the moist air. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Josefina walked along, her eyes alight with wonder. Such beauty deserved to be captured, and she reached for her phone to take photos. She admired the view through her lens, while Oliver admired her capturing it.

The floral display was overwhelming, and as she passed an arch entwined with blooms, her eyes sparkled with delight. "Oliver, your gardeners have outdone themselves. This floral arch is stunning."

Josefina turned to face Oliver, with

the floral arch behind her. She herself was a vision, more radiant than any flower. Oliver watched her intently as if she were a fairy, enchanting and luminous against the backdrop of flowers. S

"I made this," he said with tender pride.

Josefina was taken aback.

"After meeting you, I planted this flower path and built this arch, hoping that when you came here, you'd take a moment to enjoy it and love it."

The flowers weren't grown from scratch; Oliver had them brought in, planted, and meticulously cared for to keep them vibrant.

Surrounded by the blooms, with the soft patter of rain and the tranquility enveloping them, Josefina found herself at a loss for words. Her astonished, bashful expression spoke volumes in silence.

She continued down the path until it

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ended at a pond. Inside a gazebo overlooking the water, Josefina's eyes lit up at the sight of the fish darting freely. She had always adored fish, envying their easy grace as a child.

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Oliver handed her some fish food, and as Josefina fed them, there was a sense of serene simplicity to the moment.