Lana Thompson was very attentive, seemingly oblivious to his coldness, "Irvin, would you like some juice? I can have the nanny pour it for you. We have apple and orange juice at home."
Eve Thompson: ...
When had her house become "our house" in Lana's vocabulary?
She sneered and went back into her room. After freshening up and changing her clothes, she came out again to find Emma Tonkin standing at the front door with her neck craned, trying to see what was happening. Seeing Eve, Emma explained, "Mr. Sharman came by early this morning, and half an hour later, Lana showed up."
Eve Thompson frowned, her voice carrying a touch of morning huskiness, a streak of annoyance flashed through her eyes. "It's time we change our nanny," she declared.
It was clear someone had informed Lana about what was happening at the house.
