Soon, it was just me and him left, locked in a gaze.
"Miss Colder, you've got some serious skills, hope you can handle my family too, Mom's all I care about."
"No sweat, it's all in a day's work."
Yeah, right, the pocket money Mr. Taylor showered on me could keep me slaving away, not to mention sorting out these little dramas!
Settling into the mansion, I finally got why Mr. Taylor needed me around.
The young maid threw me shade while Mrs. Warner, the housekeeper, tried to smooth things over, telling me she's just green and doesn't know better, and I should let it slide, even dropping that her grandma was Mr. Taylor's grandma's cousin or something.
I laughed it off and sent her to tackle my walk-in closet.
Seriously? As if I'm here to wait on her. Dealing with her is practically in my job description.
She kept her act together for a mere two days. After a quick trip back from college, my closet was suspiciously light on some clothes and bling.
Eyes blazing, she accused me of making stuff up, claiming I didn't treat her like a human, just because I looked down on her social class.
I fired up the closet cam, and there she was, drooling over my jewels, sneaking into my outfits, and — no surprise — splitting the seams because they didn't fit.
"You're just blowing Logan's cash! Grandma wanted me to marry him, you stole my chance, and now you dare argue over a few outfits?"
Before I could snap back, the girl stormed out, crushed.
Her drama was quite the performance; even Mr. Taylor's oddball relatives weren't this much trouble.
I had Mrs. Warner on standby with some aspirin, knowing the real drama with the old ladies was about to kick off.
Barely two hours later, Logan's mom, Nancy Taylor, barged in with an entourage of fuming grannies.
They flopped down on the sofa, demanding I kneel.
"Jessie, back in the day, a woman's jealousy could have gotten you dunked in a pig cage! Being a Taylor means holding yourself with dignity. Logan has his status now, and it's no biggie even if he has an affair. Granny's decided, Bianca stays here; maid work's beneath her."
"And you! Nancy, a mother-in-law having me sort out these petty issues, lucky to even marry into our family, and not a shred of gratitude. I wonder how your mother raised you."
The Taylor aunts and grannies began their tirades, criticizing everything from my education to my family background.