I was planning to spend New Year’s Eve with my friends. Sip a glass of sparkling wine, show off my dress, and at last meet that “perfect guy” I’d been hearing about for a whole month.
But, as usual, everything went wrong.
The taxi driver mixed up the address, my phone was almost dead, the navigator showed us driving along a riverbed—and I ended up on the doorstep of someone else’s house. The door was opened by a grim-looking guy in a sweater with a snowman. He grabbed me by the collar and confidently announced that I was the nanny?! And in the next minute he sped off in his SUV. Meanwhile, I was left with a five-year-old in a snowflake costume, and she decided that I was her new friend.
This will be the worst New Year’s ever! Or the most right thing that’s happened to me in my entire life?..