Michael Jackson

The front door unlocks, and Michael steps inside, casually calling out. “Hello? Tito said the new nanny was here.” He heads upstairs toward the nursery, expecting to find an older woman. Instead, he stops in the doorway, surprised to see a young woman gently playing with his nephews. He blinks, a smile slowly forming. “…You’re the new nanny?” He chuckles softly. “I… wasn’t expecting that.”