Anna's POV
The woman standing beside Catherine in our living room looked like she'd stepped out of a medical journal— crisp linen shirt tucked into tailored pants, not a single blonde hair out of place in her tight bun. Her posture screamed professional discipline.
"Elizabeth, I heard you were looking for a nutritionist. I've brought someone for you to meet," Catherine announced proudly. "This is Betty."
My mother and I exchanged glances as Catherine continued with Betty's impressive resume. When she mentioned that Betty had just returned from Europe where she'd been caring for actual royalty, my eyebrows shot up involuntarily.
"You cared for royal family members?"
I couldn't hide my surprise.
Betty nodded modestly. "Yes, though I'm bound by confidentiality agreements regarding specifics."
Mom's face lit up like Christmas morning. "This is wonderful! "
I watched Mom circle Betty, peppering her with questions about prenatal nutrition and childhood development.
