Page 27 of One Sweet Lie

“Yes, and don’t tell me yours.” She picked up a satchel. “You suck ass, and you won’t last.”

Okay, then.“Your dad says I need to get you out of here by six fifteen.”

“He’s myuncle.”

“My apologies. Would you like to go a little earlier today?”

She stared at me.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I headed to the door.“Let’s go.”

“You need to get the twins ready first,” she said, looking alarmed. “You weren’t about to leave them herealone,were you?”

“Of course not!” I couldn’t believe I was about to do that.

“I would never.” I picked up the bottles. “Can you tell me where their room is? I forgot already.”

“I’ll be downstairs in the car,” she said. “Mr. Michael is a stickler for leaving on time.”

She walked away, and I rushed down the hall, opening door after door, searching for the nursery, wondering why I hadn’t asked the rude manager about this earlier.

“Why are there so many rooms?” I nearly screamed. “Where the hell is it?”

A faint cry sounded from the other side of the condo, and I raced toward it.

My jaw dropped at the colossal size of the nursery. With its pretty sky walls and hot air balloon theme, it made my new room look like a pantry closet.

I walked over to the crib and scooped up the crying baby boy.

“It’s okay, William,” I said. “We’re about to go for a nice long ride to take Olivia to school.”

He wailed louder.

“One second, one second.” His diaper was heavy, so I carried him to a changing table.

When I untucked the folds, dark green poop awaited me.

I held back a gag and wiped him clean, giving him a brand-new one.

I looked around for the trash bin, but there wasn’t one. Only a basket marked “To be washed by hand daily.”

I refused to believe a man worth over a billion dollars would reuse diaper cloths.

After he drank his bottle, his little sister cried out.

It was already 6:10, so I scooped her into my arms with William and took the elevator downstairs.

The waiting town car driver stared at me in shock.

“Good morning!” I said. “Hopefully we made it right on time.”

“Where are the twins’ daytime clothes, Miss?” He glared at me. “Surely you don’t expect them to go out in their pajamas.”

“They’re babies.”

“They’re babies that have a professional photo session with Baby Vogue today.” He rolled his eyes. “They can’t just…Just get inside the car, Miss.”

I obliged and set them in their matching car seats.