The Naughty, The Nice and The Nanny (Holiday Brothers, #1)

by Willa Nash

She wore a red tutu and matching glitter slippers. In one hand, she held a wooden spoon. In the other, a butcher’s knife. “You must be Violet,” I said. The angel.

“Violet and I were just getting to know each other. Weren’t we, Violet?” Before my daughter could answer, Natalie rolled up her sweater, twisting it into a rope. Then she raised her arms and wrung it out. Over my daughter’s head.