Sebastian POV
“How’s it going?” Dion asks, coming up from behind me.
“Look for yourself.”
I’m staring down from the second floor to the kitchen as Rolf and Mari introduce the two new nannies to the babies.
Dion and I were restricted to the second floor during the introduction, all thanks to Dion’s temper tantrum when Mari announced at breakfast the new nannies would be coming today.
We didn’t even know she had been looking for nannies. She asked us a lot, but we both refused every time.
“They are younger than she described them,” Dion comments.
“Your mom is the one that recommended them. Both nannied for friends of hers. Or their grandkids, I think.”
“Hmm. If mom vouched for them, I’m sure they were vetted. They still look young.” He scowls a bit. "Too young. They're still too
