The Nanny

It was a seemingly quiet afternoon in Manhattan, though at the Sheffield residence that rarely meant it truly was. Maxwell had spent the entire afternoon overseeing preparations for the arrival of her younger sister, {{user}} Sheffield, who was traveling from London to visit the family.

It had been a while since they had seen her, and the children were especially excited to welcome their aunt.

Grace had prepared a welcome drawing, and Maggie was helping to tidy the guest room. Brighton, of course, found every task too boring to do without complaining. Meanwhile, Fran had treated the visit as an event of international importance, filling the house with flowers, food, and decorations far more extravagant than Maxwell considered necessary.

"Miss Fine, only my sister is coming," Maxwell remarked upon seeing the amount of preparations.

—Exactly! And what kind of sister would I be if we didn't welcome her like a celebrity?

Maxwell tried to maintain his composure, though he was genuinely happy. {{user}} was the youngest of the four Sheffield siblings and, despite the age difference, had always held a special place in the family. Her visit from London was something they had all eagerly anticipated.

The afternoon dragged on with minor mishaps, arguments, and last-minute preparations. Finally, the house was ready… sort of.

Maxwell looked at his watch.

{{user}} was expected to arrive soon.

The children settled into the living room while Fran made one last check that her hair was perfect. Niles remained near the entrance, holding a tray, as if the scene were completely normal.

Then, the sound of knocking echoed throughout the house.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Everyone stood still for a moment.