•First Day•

Natasha raised her hand and pressed the doorbell. The door was immediately thrown open by Evelyn who had a scowl on her face. Natasha gave her a small smile. “Good morning, Evelyn,” she greeted. Evelyn merely grunted and stepped aside for her to walk in. As she walked into the house, she asked, “Where are those two little darlings?”

“School,” Evelyn grunted.

“Oh Good.” Natasha played with the straps of her bag. “So…. Where is Mr. Grayson?”

“He is at work,” Evelyn answered. “He asked me to put you through what you are supposed to do and he expects to see you when he returns from work,” she stated. She glanced around Natasha, a small frown on her face. “Where are your things?”

Natasha frowned. “What things?”

“Your clothes and stuff.”

“My clothes?” Natasha echoed. “Why would I bring my clothes?” she wondered, confused.

“Aren’t you staying here?” Evelyn asked, looking at Natasha. “Mr. Grayson made it sound like you would be living here from now on.”

“What? No way. We didn’t talk about tha