Isabel POV
I stood in front of the white bungalow with a red door. I took one more look at the address then at the house number just to be sure I was at the right place. Why would she come all the way to Paris? Like France! I adjusted my coat taking in a deep breath before walking to the red shiny door. I knocked on the door and few minutes later the door swung open revealing a little girl of about seven years.
" Hi." I greeted. She looked at me weirdly squinting her eyes at me.
" You don't look like a nanny, you look young so I'm pretty sure you can't make my favourite meal. So, no you can't be my nanny. Don't bother entering." She ranted maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. I stood there confused at what this was all about.
" Who's at the door Esme?" Someone called out from inside the house. The little girl looked at me straight in the eye and shouted a no replying that person before slamming the door in my face.
