Connor
"I was trying to do a nice thing but he won't keep quiet and I don't know why," Edward defended as he pointed to Eli who was still crying in my arms.
She walked over to me and gently took Eli from me then positioned him over her shoulder. She patted his back and bounced him until a loud burp came from him and he let out a sigh. "He had gas," she frowned before she looked at Melanie who held Eli's little baby blanket. "Are you the nanny? Because you're doing a terrible job."
Melanie opened her mouth, closed it then gently smiled. "I'm Connor's sister."
Vasilisa's icy blue eyes looked at me with an expression of pure bafflement. "You have a sister?"
I nodded, feeling my tongue become dry, "she's from America."
"Ah," she gave her another glance over and Melanie looked at her long horror movie like night gown with a frown. To be honest I didn't know why she wore it. It looked like it was from Victorian times. "Anyway, where are the Nannies?"
