Anything you have to do to keep your job and your good name. Even accidentally getting hired as a nanny for an unapproachable, very closed-off billionaire heartthrob. Well—not for him, but for his twin daughters. Girls with angelic appearances and devilish temperaments—girls who have already made a dozen of my predecessors run away.
But getting close to Mr. Metelsky is a matter of professional honor for me. The kids are just a means to an end. That’s what I thought—until I felt for myself the tests prepared for me by my sweet charges. But they still don’t realize that their new nanny was once an even more sophisticated, difficult child. And I won’t disappear with the wind in my hair while they need me.