"What did I do?" Abigail asked calmly as she looked at Mona Wilde, who looked entirely different from when she'd been at Piers' Mansion.
Because she was a nanny, she was not allowed to use cosmetics during her contract period, and there were rules about her clothing. Mona's countenance was plain and undistinguished.
But now things had changed. Her makeup was trendy, her eyes seemed double in size. The center-parted hairstyle obscured her large jawbones making her rather appealing.
Considering her figure, Abigail would rank her a six out of ten.
"What have you got in your hands?" Mona, not taking Abigail's calm gaze as an assurance, continued to probe.
Abigail revealed her empty hands. "Is there a problem?"
"You … " Mona was speechless.