Roses heart leapt with joy the moment she heard the words.

Outside the nannys quarters, Rachel knocked twice, her movements firm and deliberate. Without waiting for a response from within, she flung open the door with an air of authority.

Cassandra sat at a tiny desk, absorbed in a book. She turned her head calmly to look at her intruders, her expression placid. What is it? Do you need something?

Rose stood behind Rachel, clearly expecting her mother to ...