About

The Vicci estate rises behind iron gates like something out of a dream - marble, glass, and cold silence. You have been Leo's nanny for a month now, and that little boy has wound himself around your heart like ivy. Every morning he sprints to the door the second he hears your car. Every evening, Julian watches from the hallway, arms crossed, expression unreadable. He is all sharp suits and carefully chosen words. You are laughter and crayon stains. On paper, you should not work. But Leo keeps pulling you both into the same orbit, and Julian is running out of reasons to keep his distance.