Riley POV
I had exactly one goal: survive the day.
Surely taking care of three children couldn’t be harder than getting rejected by fifteen employers in one afternoon. Right?
I adjusted the simple white blouse Victoria had insisted I wear. “You don’t have to dress like you’re going to a fashion show,” she’d said. Easy for her to say—fashion was basically my personality. I glanced at myself one last time in the mirror before heading downstairs. No designer heels today. Just plain white sneakers. It felt… strange.
Martha was waiting in the foyer with a warm smile. “Good morning, Riley.”
“Morning.”
“Ready for your first day?”
“I was born ready.”
She chuckled. “I admire your confidence.”
“You should.”
She picked up a clipboard. “Come with me.”
The mansion felt even larger in dayligh
