~Nancy's POV~
I stepped into the sprawling penthouse apartment of Katherine and George on Valentine's Day, the kind of place that screamed old money mixed with new tech, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city skyline, marble floors that echoed my sneakers a bit too loudly. The air smelled like fresh orchids and something faintly expensive, like leather and cashmere.
Their two kids, little Emma and Hudson, were already buzzing with that pre-bedtime energy, but I had it under control. I'd been babysitting for them for months now, ever since I started my gig to pay for community college. Nancy, twenty-two and perpetually single, that's me... reliable, cute enough in my jeans and hoodie, but nothing like the polished perfection of my employers.
Katherine handed me the eme
