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gray sweater and noticed the incredible softness of the fabric. She held it up to her body and looked into Emma's dressing mirror.The mirror was short for her so she had to stoop a little. It looks good, she thought.Then, Adrienne noticed the label: Prada.

    Oh, wow, Adrienne thought. Prada. I'll bet this sweater costs over a thousand dollars. She sighed. There was no time to risk going back to Cameron's closet. She pulled the sweater over her head.

    The sweater fit perfectly, and the pale color brought

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    out her green eyes and red hair. Taking a deep breath, she decided it was time to meet Mrs.Warner.

    As she stepped out of Emma's room,Adrienne got her first look at her new boss.

    Mrs.Warner was very pretty--or had been once. Her skin was beautiful but very tight. Maybe a face-lift? Adrienne thought. Her blond hair was carefully styled, and her nails were manicured perfectly in a pale, natural color. She wore a pink Chanel tweed suit with black bows on it and stood on impossibly high pink and black shoes that showed off her gorgeous long legs. Finally, around her neck were the largest black and white pearls that Adrienne had ever seen. She couldn't even believe that they were real.

    "Here she is," Tania said. "Miss Emma like her, and me, too."

    "Adriana, how very nice to meet you," Mrs. Warner said, extending her hand. "We are so glad to have you on board. We've had such trouble with nannies." She smiled prettily. "I'm sure Tania has told you everything."

    "Not really," Adrienne replied. Mrs. Warner seemed nice. "But my name is Adrienne."

    "Oh, of course, dear. I'm so sorry. I've lost my head. Well, we are expecting a nanny in two weeks from London. We have the hardest time with the help here, and we can't have just anyone; as you can tell, Emma is a very special child. She needs someone very qualified. So when I asked

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    Dr. Markham-Collins if she knew anyone, and she recom- mended you, well, that was good enough for me."

    Adrienne smiled. What on earth did Liz say about me? she wondered.

    "Now, tell me about yourself," Mrs.Warner said.

    "Well, I'm in high school. I've done lots of baby- sitting before--in my building or for friends of my parents. My parents are both professors at Columbia University. I'm an only child--"

    "Great," Mrs.Warner said. "Let me just tell you every- thing about our little family.You won't really need to know all this, but I just want you to feel informed. No surprises." Mrs.Warner smiled."Why don't you come into my office? We can chat there."

    Adrienne followed Mrs. Warner through the apart- ment. She barely had time to look around. Mrs. Warner spoke so quickly, and seemed to want to tell her everything about their family before they even made it to her office.

    "Mr.Warner works late and leaves early.You probably will never even see him, but you might see his son, Graydon. Gray is at Columbia, but he's always stopping by to eat the food or use the computer." She looked at Adrienne carefully. "He's not my son. He's from the first Mrs. Warner. The first Mrs. Warner was someone my hus- band met in college.After Mr.Warner made his money, she divorced him and kept the house, their friends, and the

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    bank accounts. He had nothing! I tell you."

    "I see," Adrienne said.

    "Well, it took him years, and I mean years, to make the money back, and then who does he meet?"

    "You?" Adrienne asked.

    "No, dear, sadly for him. He met the second Mrs. Warner. She is Cameron's mother. A supermodel. From nowhere. I mean, she was practically a . . . never mind. Anyway, Cameron is her daughter. Very beautiful. I have high hopes for her.Well, that marriage ended, and now I am the third and final Mrs.Warner.We had Emma eight years ago. It's a real love match for us. I have, of course, been trying to make up for lost time. Mr.Warner never cared about the family's social position, so I have to do