"What did I do?" Abigail Green looked blandly at Mona Wilde, who was completely different from when she worked at Piers' Mansion.
Because she was a nanny, she wasn't allowed to use makeup during her contract period, and there were guidelines for her attire. Mona's features appeared plain and unremarkable.
But now it was different. Her makeup was stylish and avant-garde, her eyes visually doubled in size. The center-parted hairstyle perfectly concealed her overly wide jaw muscles, making her much prettier.
Given her figure as well, Abigail could rate her a six out of ten.
"What do you have in your hands?" Mona met Abigail's calm gaze and didn't believe her, continuing to question.
Abigail spread her empty hands. "Is there a problem?"
"You..." Mona was speechless.
