The city was bustling as usual but Iona managed to grab a cab early. Though she didn't have much money she felt it was neccessary to ride a cab to her interview so she could maintain her well put together look.
This only made her more intent on securing the job.
The entire cab ride, Iona quizzed herself on certain things parents may ask a prospecting nanny.
It took twelve minutes for the cab to pull up to the Havencreek exclusive housing estate.
Iona had a gate pass from when she was working with the Stevensons but it had expired. However, she still showed her gate pass and Mr Bentley's, her interviewer's card.
Both cards convinced security to let her in but they wouldn't allow the cab driver in so Iona alighted and tried to find Oakley road on foot.
It was a good thing that she was familiar with the estate. Oakley road was only two streets from where the Stevensons had lived and she found it with ease.
House 3b was the third to the last and when she came upon it she gasped at the sheer size.
It was a large three floor house that spread over at least 1500 square meters.
It was adorned with several floor to ceiling windows and balconies decorated with pretty vines. There was a huge palm tree sticking out of the left side of the house where it was obvious the house had been built around the tree.
The walkway to the front door was also very beautiful.
Potted plants in marble vases lined the part to the door and around the perimeter of the house as far as the eye could go.
On each marble vase was a painting or at least a design of some nature.
The front door was elevated with small white black marble steps leading up to the door. Beneath the marble steps was a small clear pond with little toads and some greenery in it.
The front door was a large glass rectangle with a black frame surronding the glass and a metal handle like those often seen on the doors of luxuary stores. The rectangular shape of the door had such width that it almost looked like a window. Though the entire door was glass, she couldn't see into the house because there was a thick but decorative fogginess to the glass.
Just by the front door was a large vase made of clear marble.
The vase was large and wide and stood at at least 5 feet high. Inside the clear marble glass was the beautiful ecosystem of a well tended aquarium with lights that illuminated it to catch all attention. There was no fish in the aquarium tho, it was merely decorative.
Though she was aware that her time was running out and she would be considered late if she rung the bell even a minute after her appointment time, Iona took her time to explore the house with her eyes and a hand over her mouth.
This house was better than the one the Stevensons had lived in.
Iona had gotten used to seeing pretty houses working within Havencreek but she had always been too busy to wander any further than the Stevensons house.
Even when she took the girls to the park within the estate it had been a walk towards the gate not this way.
She didn't think any house in the estate could top this house now.
The last time a nanny had been so bewildered by the size of a house she had become a governess to seven kids.
Iona wondered if she was being played and would be emoloyed only to take on ten kids. She loved kids but she was no Fa Maria at the moment and she needed time for her degree too.
If only two children lived in that house, they would live like parrallel lines never meeting.
Mr Bentley was rich rich, very much loaded, a member of the high classes high class. Infact she wondered if he had anything to do with the Bentley luxury car brand.
It made her more aware about the appearance of her hair more.
Upper class people were funny, sometimes the more upperclass they were the less they cared about some details. Other times the more upperclass they were the more they were irritated by imperfect details.
She wondered if her hair would fall under imperfect details.
Upper class people wouldn't understand that the state of perfect of her hair was something other than straight and silky.
The decorative fogginess on the glass of the door allowed for her reflection to be displayed mildly.
Iona checked her hair one last time. No strand looked more put together or out of place than it had that morning.
She shrugged her shoulders it wasn't like she could do any better in the moment.
Looking at the time she found that it was exactly two minutes to her appointment time.
Taking a deep breath, Iona rang the doorbell and stepped back.