"He's normally an angel," she lied effortlessly, cornering the screaming child. She looked at me, taking in my sensible knitted sweater and the heavy anthropology textbook in my lap. "Are you a nanny?" "Oh, no, I'm—"
He chuckled, a warm sound that echoed in the small space. "Well, Anthropologist Annie,Strictly off the record from the tribe, of course." DiГЎrio de uma Nanny ComГ©dia, Drama, Romance 200...
Navigating a romance with a gorgeous guy from the penthouse while cleaning up toddler vomit and dodging the piercing glare of Mrs. X was a masterclass in comedy and chaos. Caleb was sweet, grounded, and fiercely protective of me, often pulling me away for late-night walks in the park just to let me vent about the absurdities of my day. But the bubble had to burst eventually. "He's normally an angel," she lied effortlessly, cornering