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An hour later, the door bell rang. I answered it. It was Aden's tutor. She was an African American woman with black, curly hair. She was about the same height as me.

"Hi, I'm guessing you're the new nanny! My, my you sure are a beauty." She said.

"Thanks but I'm not. And I'm guessing you're the tutor. I'm Gabriella Montez. Please come in." I said.

The woman came in. "I'm Taylor McKessie. But please call me Taylor." She said. She was definitely much friendlier than Mrs Bolton.

"Aden, your teacher's here!" I shouted for Aden to hear. Soon, Aden came into the living room and sighed. "Where do you usually teach Aden?" I asked.

"On the kitchen table." She replied. So she taught Aden for 2 hours while I searched for stuff to eat in the kitchen. I was starving. I found some Christmas chocolate coated gingerbread cookies in a jar. I ate some.

After that, I read some magazines and watched some TV. 2 hours later, Aden came running out of the kitchen and he started watching TV again. His mom told me he could only watch for an hour but it was his birthday so I let him watch. I went into the kitchen to see if Taylor needed something. "Do you want some tea?" I asked her.

"Oh, yes please. Not too much sugar." She said. I made a cup of tea for her and sat down beside her in the kitchen.

"Mrs Bolton isn't really what you would call friendly, is she?" Taylor asked me.

"No, not really…" I laughed.

"Do you know why she's like that?"

"No…"

"Don't tell anyone but she's really afraid of losing Mr Bolton… as in getting a divorce. He's an architect." She told me as she took a sip of her tea.

"Why?" I asked, curiously.

"Firstly, he's like 20 years younger than her. And second, he's a really dashing looking man. Sometimes she accuses him of cheating on her when he's not. She feels old and unwanted. That's why she had botox. And she always buys new lingerie like every week to impress him. It was an arranged marriage, actually. Mr Bolton a.k.a Troy was in love with a really poor girl in high school. His parents were really rich so they made him marry Mrs Bolton a.k.a Angeline." Taylor said.

"Wow… really? And how do you know all his?"

"I've known Angeline since I was 16. I'm 21 now." She chuckled. "But please don't tell anyone about this. Keep it to yourself." She said.

"Alright, don't worry." I smiled.

Taylor left soon and when I came out of the kitchen, I saw Aden fast asleep on the couch infront of the TV. I realized it was already 10 pm. Taylor and I had been talking for hours! I carried Aden up to his room and tucked him in. Just then, I heard Mrs Bolton's voice downstairs. "Montez? Where are you? Aden?" She called out. I quickly ran downstairs. "I'm here. I was just putting Aden to bed." I told her.

"Don't make Aden sleep if he doesn't want to." Mrs Bolton said as she took of her fur coat and brown leather gloves.

"No, he fell asleep on his own on the couch." I told her.

"The TV is on. Either you or Aden has been watching television. Please be truthful." She said. What is wrong with her?!

"Aden was watching TV." I replied.

"Aden has been watching television since I left. I told you to let him watch it for just an hour!" Her voice became louder.

"I'm sorry, I was talking to the tutor and…"

"Save your breath." She said as she went into the kitchen. What's with this woman?!

I'm just gonna refer to her as Angeline.

Then I heard the front door opening. Angeline quickly walked to the door. It was Mr Bolton a.k.a Troy.

"Honey! You look tired, baby! How was work?" Mrs Bolton asked as she hugged Troy. I'm just going to start referring to him as Troy. The moment I saw Troy, I knew Aden got his eyes from him because they were ocean blue. He looked so young compared to Mrs Bolton. And Taylor was right, he was quite dashing.

"It was fine." He didn't even hug Angeline back. He went into the kitchen. Angeline's smile turned into a frown. She walked toward me and said, "Go to your room now. Go to bed."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I told you so! Don't question me!" She said. Then Troy's voice came from the kitchen. "Are you talking to yourself, Angeline?"

"Uh, no dear. I was just umm singing." She replied to him. "Go now!" She told me. I had to obey her so I went to my room. But why did she want me to? Was she afraid that her husband might see me?