The newest nanny

EVANGELINE.

I pulled out another sweatpant from the myriad of choices happily showcasing themselves in my wardrobe. I flung it to Harper on the bed, and she dropped her phone, repositioning herself as she looked at it.

Harper squinted. "You're gonna wear this?" She threw it back to me. "Pick something better, Mrs Mismatched! I told you the family is kind of a big deal. My friend wouldn't reveal their last name till you get there."

Yes, I applied for the sitting job— after making up certain skills that I may or 'may not' possess. It shouldn't be hard since I have babysat a few times. Only the size was different.

"Miss! Do I look like a Mrs!? Why is everyone calling me that?"

Harper shrugged. "I don't know. Everyone assumes every gorgeous lady is a Mrs. It lies in the elegance."

"Oh, that's better. I feared I was getting old." I picked up the sweatpant and examined it again. "This is my best though. Why do you make it seem like it's the worst thing ever?"

"Probably because it is!" Harp