Stephanie's POV:
Turning to face the person, I smiled warmly.
"Good afternoon, Nana," I greeted, wrapping her in a hug. She patted my back affectionately.
Nana had always been a constant in my life, one of the few people who genuinely cared about me. She was Claire's nanny, but over the years, she had become like a mother figure to me after I moved in with the Mikaelson family ten years ago.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone laced with surprise. I took the shopping bags she was carrying. It appeared she had just returned from the market.
"What do you mean, ‘What am I doing here?’" I replied, narrowing my eyes slightly. “I live here, don’t I?”
But something didn’t sit right with me. Why wasn't she more surprised to see me? Surely they would have filed a missing
