"Logan, I just saw stars for a second, quick, get security to clear out these extras, I need to have a word with your mother-in-law."
Then she cozily escorted Mom to another room.
Soon, it was just me and him left, locked in a gaze.
"Miss Colder, you've got some serious skills, hope you can handle my family too, Mom's all I care about."
"No sweat, it's all in a day's work."
Yeah, right, the pocket money Mr. Taylor showered on me could keep me slaving away, not to mention sorting out these little dramas!
Settling into the mansion, I finally got why Mr. Taylor needed me around.
The young maid threw me shade while Mrs. Warner, the housekeeper, tried to smooth things over, telling me she's just green and doesn't know better, and I should let it slide, even dropping that her grandma was Mr. Taylor's grandma's cousin or something.
I laughed it off and sent her to tackle my walk-in closet.
Seriously? As if I'm here to wait on her. Dealing with her is practically in my job description.
She kept her act together for a mere two days. After a quick trip back from college, my closet was suspiciously light on some clothes and bling.