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Grayer was the casualty of their ambition. He was a lonely little boy drowning in a sea of French lessons, swimming practice, and masterclasses for toddlers, starving for someone to just sit on the floor and play with him.
"Annie," Grayer whispered to me on my third day, as I tried to coax him into eating a plate of steamed kale shaped like the Eiffel Tower. "Do you think Mommy knows I'm here?" DiГЎrio de uma Nanny ComГ©dia, Drama, Romance 200...
"I have no idea what I'm doing with my life," I admitted, taking a sip. Grayer was the casualty of their ambition
"Perfect. You look sensible. Not like the last one who tried to steal my husband's vintage watch collection," she said, pulling a leather-bound planner from her Chanel bag. "Can you start Monday? Little Grayer needs a firm hand, and I need to go to a fundraiser for endangered moss." "Do you think Mommy knows I'm here