As soon as I stepped into our small apartment, I let out a deep breath, feeling the weight of my exhaustion finally settle. But beneath that tiredness was something else—excitement. I actually got the job. It felt unreal how easy it was, and now, here I was, already preparing for a new chapter in my life.
I pulled out my small travel bag and started packing my clothes for the week. Simple, comfortable outfits, a few extra essentials, and my favorite hoodie—just in case. As I folded my clothes neatly, a small smile played on my lips. This job could be the fresh start I needed.
The front door creaked open, and I turned just in time to see Daniel walking in, looking exhausted from work. His eyes immediately landed on my half-packed bag, and I could see the gears turning in his head. He knew. He always knew. But that didn't stop him from asking.
"Where are you going?" His voice was neutral, but his raised eyebrow told me he was waiting for a full explanation.
I grinned, unable to hide my excitement. "I got the job!" I announced proudly. "I start tomorrow!"
Daniel let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, you're really going to be a nanny?"
"Yes, and the pay is good. Plus, I get to come home every weekend," I reassured him, knowing he was worried about me being away.
He sighed again, this time a little softer, and nodded. "Alright, if you're happy, then I'm happy. Just take care of yourself, okay?"
I nodded, feeling a warmth in my chest at his concern.
That night, I laid in bed, but sleep refused to come. The excitement, the nerves—it was all too much.
I reached over and grabbed the rule book Flourish Carter had given me earlier, figuring reading would help me calm down. But as I flipped through the pages, my brows furrowed.
Some of these rules were… a lot.
One of the first rules that caught my eye was that I wasn't allowed to use my phone during working hours, and working hours lasted until Friday at 8 PM. Meaning, no phone at all for five straight days.
Another rule stated that I wasn't allowed to go up to the third floor. That was oddly specific, and it made me wonder what was so special up there.
Then came another one: I am not higher than a maid, so I should respect that fact. I frowned slightly at that. Not that I had any issues with maids, but it was a weird rule to put in writing.
The next rule caught me off guard. I am not allowed to see Vivienne naked or while she is bathing. That was expected, but still, seeing it written out felt strange.
Then another one: I am allowed to go anywhere except for the man of the house's room, the private study, and the wife's room. And apparently, I couldn't enter Flourish Carter's room unless I was specifically called in.
I sighed, closing the book. There were still so many other rules, but these ones stood out the most. I had the job, but something about these restrictions made me feel like I was walking into something more than just a nanny position.
Pushing the thoughts away, I rolled over, clutching my blanket. Whatever it was, I'd find out soon enough.