Chapter 8

She turned around slowly as if she was scared the lion at her back would just jump at her if she made a wrong move. She dropped the cloth she was about to hang on the bed and stood up carefully walking to the young lady standing at her bedroom’s threshold.

The young lady, who had brunette colored hair that stopped at her mid waist with an olive skin and rather large black eyes, was already assumed by Emma that she was in her teens. Maybe 13 or 14 years old thereabout. But why does it feel like the girl already hated her guts? With the way she was glaring at Emma, you could already see the hatred dripping off her.

“Hi,” Emma said curtly. This girl is giving her goosebumps already.

“I asked you a question?” She replied disdainfully.

“I am your new nanny,” she answered. The girl made a quick mocking chuckle and let herself in, then sat in the previous space her father sat on.

“Our nanny you say?” She asked. Emma already knew that this girl is really going to be a pain in the ass not