Jessica Sutton was dressed to the nines, while Rosalind Lowell wore her usual, simple clothes. One was a seductive enchantress, the other natural and down-to-earth.
The nannies didn't know what was going through their employers' minds, but having been here for so long, they only recognized Rosalind Lowell as Mrs. Davenport, the young master's birth mother.
Rosalind Lowell held her breath and forced a smile. "Miss Sutton, you have quite the sense of humor. A prominent socialite like yourself, wanting to be a stepmother? How about my precious baby just calls you his godmother instead?"
Jessica Sutton's face fell instantly, but she forced the corners of her mouth into a strained smile. "I was just joking with you, Miss Lowell. The child is just so adorable. It would be wonderful if he were my own."
"Sweetheart, do you hear that? Auntie Sinclair is saying how cute you are."
