NANNY PAULA'S POV
“And where do you think you’re going to?”
The words slipped out sharper than I intended, my voice echoing slightly through the quiet hall. Motherly instinct, I guess…sometimes it just takes over before my mind can stop it.
Nina froze. Slowly, she turned around, her shoulders relaxing the moment she saw me.
“Oh, it’s you,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “And what’s your business, anyway? You’re just a maid, not my guardian.”
Her words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I should be used to her sharp tongue by now, but somehow, every insult still found its way into my heart.
“I’m just worried about you,” I said softly, my voice trembling despite me trying to steady it. “It’s already late.”
She let out a short laugh, sharp and mocking. “Worry about yourself, oldie. An
