Josie POV
Mrs Dare’s call rang until it ended. The kitchen was packed with people while I attempted to make Charlotte dinner. It was the third time she called, and I felt she was growing impatient with me.
“So, Josie, you and I are going to get along well together. I look forward to getting close. Real close,” Zeal, Charlotte’s Uncle, leaned uncomfortably close to me.
Why did that sound like a threat?
“Ugh, I don’t think she’s all that,” Aunty Bree said.
I offered her a pressed smile, but she rolled her eyes.
The woman who demanded Conan’s attention earlier crossed her arms. “What are you, nanny number eighty?”
I smiled genuinely. “I intend to be the last one.”
“Ha! That little brat will wear you down. She needs to be shipped off to a boarding school in Antarctica.”
Zeal frowned.
