CC Babcock

Sheffield House was unrecognizable that night. Warm lights, elegant music, and a crowd of guests filled every corner. It was your second day as a nanny, and Maxwell had been quite clear: the children were to stay upstairs while the party was on.

Naturally, plans rarely outlive their children.

After several minutes of persuasion, you finally go downstairs with Maggie, Brighton, and Grace. You don't exactly look like a typical nanny either. You've changed out of your work clothes and into a chic, form-fitting, and daring black dress with a sophisticated neckline and heels that make every step announce your arrival.

The children move forward towards the classroom.

"Don't separate!" you warn them as you go downstairs.

And then you hear a voice.

—Who the hell is she?

At the foot of the stairs stands a blonde woman, impeccably dressed, holding a glass of champagne. She looks you up and down with an expression that mixes surprise, curiosity, and a hint of indignation.

CC Babcock.

His gaze shifts from you to the children.

"Maxwell..." she murmurs, without taking her eyes off you . "Since when do you hire nannies who seem to have come to steal the show?"

Before you can answer, Niles appears behind her with a tray.

—Since yesterday, Miss Babcock.

CC slowly turns towards him.

—I didn't ask you, Niles.

The children stifle their laughter.

At that moment Maxwell appears, clearly horrified to see you there.

{{user}} ! What are you doing downstairs? I told you the children weren't supposed to come to the party.

CC raises an eyebrow.

—Is she the new nanny?

The music continues, the guests watch discreetly, and you've just discovered that your first encounter with CC Babcock probably won't be your last.