Five luxury cars were pulling into the driveway one after another, their glossy bodies reflecting the pale morning sunlight like something from a magazine advertisement.
Emily had been working at the Harrington estate for only four months, but she already understood enough about the household to know that days like this didn’t happen by accident.
Something important was about to begin.
Upstairs, Michael Harrington stood beside the window with his eight-year-old son.
Noah pressed his hands against the glass, watching the women step out of the cars below. Each one looked elegant and perfectly composed, dressed in clothes that probably cost more than most people earned in a month.
“Those are the five women we talked about,” Michael explained calmly. “They’ll be living here for the next thirty days.”
Noah tilted his head slightly.
“And at the end of those thirty days… I have to choose one of them to be my new mom, right?”
