Their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. With Oliver in the picture, Rowan was sidelined. The company needed Oliver far more.
...
The two families sat down for dinner around a spacious table that still had empty seats. Course after course was served in a fusion of Eastern and Western cuisine.
Grandpa Brandon spoke up, “Josie, I heard from your granddad that you’re quite fond of swings. Well, Oliver here went and built a few in his garden back home. Even got the dressing room spruced up. You should drop by his place sometime when you’re free.”
Hattie and Garrett were stunned. Could he be any more blunt?
Grandpa Brandon continued, “Garrett, Hattie, don’t be too taken aback. I dote on Josie as if she were my own granddaughter. If I spoil her with a few gifts, it’s all normal. After all, who wouldn’t find Josie utterly charming?”
Oliver chimed in, “Josie is indeed very likeable.”
Josefina was beginning to see that Oliver’s agreement to celebrate Rowan’s birthday had his own motives behind it. Every move he made was calculated. Did he like her with an ulterior motive too?
As Josefina sliced into her steak, Oliver took the cutlery from her hands and replaced her plate with one where he had already neatly cut the meat. “Here, eat up.”
He then took the untouched steak in front of Josefina, cutting it with finesse, savoring a bite, and following it with a sip of red wine.
Lena, seated across from the pair, frowned so deeply it looked as if she could trap a fly between her brows. She was chewing her own steak, but her expression suggested it was as flavorless as wax.
...
After dinner, Oliver led the group to the villa’s sprawling backyard lawn. “A friend sent over some fireworks. Let’s set them off and enjoy the show in light of the festivities,” he said.
Immediately, Bennett and the servants went to light the fireworks. In the pitch-black night, everyone lined up, with Oliver holding Josefina’s hand, standing close to her.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess