“She went into my room?” I was surprised. Why did she go into my room? I thought about the traces and grease on the rug. Did Jolene slip and fall in my room? Why was the rug greasy anyway? I came back to my room with those questions in mind. I called Isabella and told her about my discovery, forgetting about my shower.
“Lily, that nanny sounds suspicious. Is she involved in Jolene’s slipping?” Isabella was surprised to hear that too.
“But she’s just a nanny. She shouldn’t have anything to do with Jolene.”
“True. There shouldn’t be any bad blood between them. Say, could she have spilled it by accident and made her slip?” Isabella asked.
“It’s possible,” I agreed. “But why does she need to go to my room?”
“Yeah, why did that b*tch go to your room?” Isabella was baffled too. “Now that there’s one more person there, and said person is on bad terms with her, shouldn’t she keep a low profile?”