Princess in the Making. Michelle Celmer
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or did they simply not like her? Had they decided, as Marcus had, that she wasn’t to be trusted?
That would truly suck. And she would have to work extra hard to prove them wrong.
Marcus turned to her. “I’ll show you to your quarters.”
Without waiting for a reply, he swiveled and headed up the stairs to the left, at a pace so brisk she nearly had to jog to keep up with him.
Unlike the beige theme of the foyer, the second floor incorporated rich hues of red, orange and purple, which personally she never would have chosen, but it managed to look elegant without being too gaudy.
Marcus led her down a long, carpeted hall.
“So, is the staff always so cheerful?” she asked him.
“It’s not enough that they’ll cater to your every whim,” Marcus said over his shoulder. “They have to be happy about it?”
With a boss who clearly didn’t like her, why would they?
At the end of the hallway they turned right and he opened the first door on his left. Gabriel told her that she would be staying in the largest of the guest suites, but she hadn’t anticipated just how large it would be. The presidential suite at the hotel where she worked paled in comparison. The main room was big and spacious with high ceilings and tall windows that bracketed a pair of paned French doors. The color scheme ran to muted shades of green and yellow.
There was a cozy sitting area with overstuffed, comfortable-looking furniture situated around a massive fireplace. There was also a dining alcove, and a functional desk flanked by built-in bookcases whose shelves were packed with hardback books and knickknacks.
“It’s lovely,” she told Marcus. “Yellow is my favorite color.”
“The bedroom is that way.” Marcus gestured toward the door at the far end of the suite.
She crossed the plush carpet to the bedroom and peeked inside, her breath catching. It was pure luxury with its white four-poster king-size bed, another fireplace and a huge, wall-mounted flat screen television. But she didn’t see the crib Gabriel had promised.
The weight of her sleeping daughter was starting to make her arms ache, so she very gently laid Mia down in the center of the bed and stacked fluffy pillows all around her, in case she woke up and rolled over. She didn’t even stir.
On her way back to the living area Vanessa peered inside the walk-in closet where her bags were waiting for her, and found that it was large enough to hold a dozen of her wardrobes. The bathroom, with its soaking tub and glass-enclosed shower, had every modern amenity known to man.
She stepped back into the living space to find Marcus standing by the door, arms crossed, checking his watch impatiently.
“There’s no place for Mia to sleep,” she told him, and at his blank expression added, “Gabriel said there would be a crib for her. She moves around a lot in her sleep, so putting her in a normal bed, especially one so high off the ground, is out of the question.”
“There’s a nursery down the hall.”
There was an unspoken “duh” at the end of that sentence.
“Then I hope there’s a baby monitor I can use. Otherwise, how will I hear her if she wakes in the middle of the night?” Though Mia slept through most nights, Vanessa was still accustomed to the random midnight diaper changes and feedings, and an occasional bad dream.
He looked puzzled. “That would be the responsibility of the nanny.”
Right, the nanny. Vanessa had just assumed the nanny was there for the times when Mia needed a babysitter, not as a full-time caregiver. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Vanessa worked such long hours, and was away from home often. Part of this trip was about spending more time with her daughter.
“And where does the nanny sleep?” she asked Marcus.
“Her bedroom is attached to the nursery,” he said, in a tone that suggested she was asking stupid questions. In his world it was probably perfectly natural for the staff to take full responsibility for the children’s care, but she didn’t live in his world. Not even close. Surely he knew that, didn’t he?
She would have to carefully consider whether or not she wanted the nanny to take over the nightly duties. She didn’t want to be difficult, or insult Karin, who was probably more than capable, but when it came to Mia, Vanessa didn’t fool around. If necessary, she would ask Marcus to move the crib into her bedroom, and if he had a problem with that, she would just sleep in the nursery until Gabriel returned. Hopefully it wouldn’t be more than a few days.
“If there’s nothing else you need,” Marcus said, edging toward the door. He really couldn’t wait to get away, could he? Well, she wasn’t about to let him off the hook just yet.
“What if I do need something?” she asked. “How do I find someone?”
“There’s a phone on the desk, and a list of extensions.”
“How will I know who to call?”
He didn’t roll his eyes, but she could see that he wanted to. “For a beverage or food, you call the kitchen. If you need clean towels or fresh linens, you would call the laundry … you get the point.”
She did, although she didn’t appreciate the sarcasm. “Suppose I need you. Is your number on there?”
“No, it isn’t, and even if it were, I wouldn’t be available.”
“Never?”
A nerve in his jaw ticked. “In my father’s absence, I have a duty to my country.”
Why did he have to be so defensive? “Marcus,” she said, in a voice that she hoped conveyed sincerity, “I understand how you must be feeling, but—”
“You have no idea how I’m feeling,” he ground out, and the level of animosity in his tone drew her back a step. “My father asked me to get you settled in, and I’ve done that. Now, if there’s nothing else.”
Someone cleared their throat and they both looked over to see the nanny standing in the doorway.
“I’ll leave you two to discuss the child’s care,” Marcus said, making a hasty escape, and any hope she’d had that they might be friends went out the door with him.
“Come in,” she told Karin.
Looking a little nervous, the girl stepped inside. “Shall I take Mia so you can rest?”
She still wasn’t sure about leaving Mia in a stranger’s care, but she was exhausted, and she would have a hard time relaxing with Mia in bed with her. If Vanessa fell too deeply asleep, Mia could roll off and hurt herself. And the last thing she needed was Marcus thinking that not only was she a money-grubbing con artist, but a terrible mother as well.
“I really could use a nap,” she told Karin, “but if she wakes up crying, I’d like you to bring her right to me. She’s bound to be disoriented waking up in a strange place with someone she doesn’t know.”
“Of course, ma’am.”
“Please, call me Vanessa.”
Karin nodded, but looked uncomfortable with the idea.
“Mia is asleep on the bed. Why don’t I carry her, so I can see where the nursery is, and you can bring her bag?”
Karin nodded again.
Not very talkative, was she?
Vanessa scooped up Mia, who was still sleeping deeply, and rolled her suitcase out to Karin, who led her two doors down and across the hall to the nursery. It was smaller than her own suite, with a play area and a sleeping area, and it was decorated gender-neutral. The walls were pale green, the furniture white and expensive-looking, and in the play area rows of shelves were packed with toys for children of every age.