Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josie was dumbstruck as she laid eyes on the dress she had designed, materialized before her. It wasn't just her. Charles, the manager of Anya, was equally stunned to see Josie standing alongside Oliver. What was Ms. Josefina doing here? But wasn't it Ms. Josefina who was meant to don this gown today?

Josie signaled to Charles with a look. Having worked by her side for years, he instantly grasped her intent. With polished courtesy, Charles approached and said, "Mr. Oliver, this is the evening gown you requested."

The sight of the gown seemed to light up Oliver's face. This was white chiffon dress with a rose-embroidered train and a strapless neckline. The skirt was voluminous, adorned with meticulously stitched roses. The reason this gown was ready so swiftly was that Josie had already designed it in advance, and Anya had been crafting it. Coincidentally, it was perfect for Oliver.

Oliver was eager to see Josie in the dress, convinced she would look stunning in it. "Josie, try it on, will you?"

Charles gestured towards a private area, "Right this way, please."

Nodding, Josie followed Charles inside.

Once they were in the room, Charles's demeanor changed in an instant, becoming amiable and excited, "Ms. Josefina, you're Mr. Oliver's date?" Josie nodded, "It's as much a surprise to me as to anyone. I never expected the gown I designed to be for my own wear. Quite unexpected."

"Mr. Oliver insisted we spare no expense and craft it with care, to be both lavish and appealing."

Oliver was willing to invest unlimited funds for Josie's gown.

"Ms. Josefina, please try it on."

As Charles was a gentleman, he naturally stepped out while Josie changed.

Outside, Oliver sat in a chair, flipping through a magazine of evening dresses. These were all designs of Anya, intended for customer reference. Suddenly, exclamations of amazement from around him reached his ears, and he slowly lifted his gaze.

"She's breathtaking!"

"It fits perfectly, absolutely gorgeous!”

Catching sight of Josie in the gown, Oliver drew a sharp breath - she was radiant.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

The strapless design elegantly accentuated Josie's swan-like neck and her delicate, sculpted features Paired with her shapely figure, she looked dazzling. Clad in the rose gown, she resembled a rose princess stepping out of a rose garden.

Oliver approached and took out a jewelry box from his pocket. Inside lay a pink gemstone necklace, shimmering with stunning beauty. "Let me put this on you."

He stood in front of Josefina, helping her put on the necklace. Their proximity was intimate. Oliver's lips hovered near Josie's ear as he murmured, "Josie, you look beautiful."

It wasn't just Oliver who thought so; everyone around agreed that Josie looked extraordinary, exceptionally so.

With the necklace in place, Oliver's gaze fixed on Josie. He took her hand and together, they stepped into the car.

Rowan's birthday bash was lively, filled with a variety of drinks and pastries. Some guests had already arrived at Rowan's party, while the whereabouts of others remained uncertain.

Rowan himself was in a particularly foul mood, bickering with Brandon. "Today's my birthday, and anyone would think that darn Oliver is the one getting hitched. Look at all those roses, and those pink pastries - is this how you celebrate my day?"

Rowan slammed his hand on the table, forgetting about the glass shards embedded in his palm, which made him wince in pain.

Sydney, accustomed to Rowan's antics, spoke softly, "Dad, it's Rowan's birthday. Oliver can decorate the hall however he pleases, but Rowan needs to show up, right?"