Chapter 117 Chaos In Pink Shoes
- I still wonder how Aria managed to handle those hell-raising triplets. I expected her to storm out on the first day—hell, the first hour. But no.
- The girl somehow lasted over a month, which, in this household, is practically nanny sainthood.
- Megan used to sing her praises like she was Mary Poppins reborn, always going on about how “Aria just gets them,” how “she’s got that special touch.”