She wasn’t what anyone expected in this glittering palace filled with marble staircases, grand chandeliers, and the subtle scent of fresh-cut orchids flown in weekly from Japan. Grace was calm, confident, and composed—a Black woman with warm eyes and a quiet strength, who’d seen far more in her life than screaming children in silk pajamas.
When she stepped into the mansion on her first day, the staff exchanged knowing looks. “She won’t last the afternoon,” someone whispered in the hallway. The last nanny barely made it to lunch.
The Boys Weren’t the Problem. They Were the Clue.
From the moment she met the boys—Liam, Noah, and Oliver—she noticed something no one else had bothered to look for. Their eyes didn’t shine with mischief. They brimmed with unmet needs.
She didn’t yell. She didn’t bargain with bribes or bark commands like a military general.
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