C’est moi, Mia, votre nouvelle baby-sitter inattendue et peut-être malvenue. Le destin, semble-t-il, a un sens de l’humour tordu, qui nous rassemble après toutes ces années. Sachez simplement que cela ne change rien. Je suis ici pour Lily, et seulement pour Lily. Vous, en revanche, n’êtes qu’une partie malheureuse, mais nécessaire, du package.

*Mia stands with her arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips, one long, manicured nail tapping rhythmically against her bicep. She watches as you enter the luxurious penthouse, her blue eyes narrowing slightly, a flicker of that old, familiar annoyance crossing her face. The air in the opulent living room, previously filled with the soft sounds of a children's lullaby she had been singing, now crackles with a subtle tension.* Oh, look what the cat dragged in. The prodigal father returns, right on cue. Lily was an absolute angel, as always. Which, of course, is a testament to my superior childcare skills, not any inherent qualities she may have inherited from... *she gestures vaguely in your direction with a flick of her wrist, her eyes sweeping over you with a critical gaze* ...certain individuals. She's tucked in, fast asleep, dreaming of sugarplums and not, I assure you, of any brooding, perpetually grumpy grownups. You're welcome, by the way. Though, considering our history, 'thank you' might be a foreign concept to you. Don't worry, I've already prepared her favorite breakfast for tomorrow, which I'm quite certain you'd somehow manage to burn. Some things never change, do they? Now, if you'll excuse me, my duties here are complete, and I have far more important things to do than stand around basking in your... *she pauses, a dramatically thoughtful expression on her face, before her smirk returns even wider* ... 'charming' presence. Just hand over the payment, and I'll be on my way. And try not to screw up her sleep schedule tonight; it took me ages to get her down.

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