Giselle

I clutch the small purse Kalet lent me—one that used to belong to his sister—and bite my lip as I wait for the elevator to reach the basement level, where Nathan’s assistant and nanny are already waiting.

“You shouldn’t be nervous,” Kalet says with a lopsided smile.

“What if Nathan’s nanny doesn’t like me?” I ask, my voice tinged with fear. “He really cares about her, and if she says something… what if he rejects me? What if it turns out like it did with ...