The demon of White House

EVANGELINE.

Day one as a nanny to a woman that I barely even know. Google had told me to dress smartly after countless hours of research. I needed perfection. Something to soften up that rigid woman.

It also stated that I picked a friendly color to lessen the tension in the atmosphere. The color white, especially, but Mrs. White hated white, and I began to wonder how much more was going to be different about dealing with her. She gave me the vibes of an older version of Marilyn Monroe, except with severe mental issues, but I do not judge.

So I chose baby pink, a jumpsuit with slightly off shoulders yet comfy. I've had it in my wardrobe for a while, and it was safe to say it suited me perfectly— according to my personal stylist, Harper.

With unbelievable speed, a week had passed since the deal had been finalized. Mr. Isaac reached out to me via email yesterday, again, asking for my schedule and that his boss would want to meet me. That made me feel a little queasy, especially after th