The next day, Sofia found herself in front of a grand, white mansion, her heart fluttering in nervous anticipation. She had dressed in her nicest clothes, a simple, dust-colored dress that she had borrowed from her mother. As Mrs. Evans led her through the sprawling grounds towards the house, Sofia couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.
Inside, the house was a flurry of activity. Children's laughter echoed through the halls, and Sofia caught glimpses of a beautifully decorated living room and a fully-equipped playroom. Mrs. Evans led her to a spacious study where a tall, handsome man sat behind a mahogany desk, his brows furrowed in deep concentration.
"Sofia, this is my husband, Mr. Evans," Mrs. Evans said, introducing her to the man. "And these are our three children, Jacob, Emily, and Lily."
Sofia's eyes widened as three pairs of curious eyes turned in her direction. Jacob, the oldest, looked to be around 8, with sandy blonde hair and a mischievous grin. Emily, the middle child, was a few years younger, with dark curly hair and bright blue eyes. And Lily, the youngest, was a cherub-faced toddler with blonde curls and a curious expression.
Mr. Evans stood up and shook Sofia's hand, a warm smile on his face. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sofia," he said. "My wife has spoken highly of you."
Sofia couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the grandeur of the house and the high profile of its owners. But she pushed her nerves aside and focused on the reason she was there—to secure a job that could help her family.
The interview went well, and Mrs. Evans offered Sofia the job on the spot. She was overjoyed, but also a little daunted by the prospect of caring for three children. She was given a tour of the house and introduced to the house staff who would be assisting her. As she left, she couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected opportunity.