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Instead, I was sitting on a bench in Central Park, watching a four-year-old in a miniature Burberry trench coat have a full-blown meltdown because his artisanal, organic juice box was the wrong shade of green.

The next morning, Mrs. X called me into her pristine, white living room. She had found a nanny cam recording I didn't know existed. It didn't show me doing anything wrong—it showed me hugging Grayer, telling him he was loved, and letting him eat pizza. DiГЎrio de uma Nanny ComГ©dia, Drama, Romance 200...

The golden light of a New York City autumn was doing absolutely nothing to improve my mood. I was twenty-one, armed with a fresh anthropology degree from NYU, zero job prospects, and a bank account that consisted mostly of lint and optimism. My name is Annie Braddock, and according to my mother, I was supposed to be interviewing for a position at a prestigious financial firm on Wall Street today. Instead, I was sitting on a bench in

Of course, my own life was becoming a complicated juggling act. To keep my mother from having a heart attack, I maintained the lie that I was working in finance. I would change out of my sweatpants and into a pencil skirt in the subway station every evening before heading home. Then, there was Harvard Hottie. She had found a nanny cam recording I didn't know existed

I smiled, looking at the city around me. I hadn't found the career I expected, but I had found my voice, a boy who loved me, and the realization that the best things in life can't be scheduled in a Chanel planner.

"Well," he said, taking my hand and pulling me close. "You've successfully navigated the wildest jungle in Manhattan. I'd say you're ready for anything."

"Grayer! Grayer!" the child shrieked, flinging the box at a passing poodle. "I am so sorry!" a voice called out.