'Even an unreliable nanny like that is gone now. What am I going to do?'
'How will I arrange for Ian?'
'The upcoming shoot is still going to take two months, no matter what.'
Melody Monroe felt a wave of anxiety. And then there was Evan Fairchild, which was a whole other headache. She had no idea how he planned to handle this situation.
"Mommy, what are we eating?" Ian Monroe looked up at Melody Monroe.
Ian Monroe's voice pulled Melody Monroe back from her thoughts.
"Mommy will take a look."
Melody Monroe rummaged through the freezer again and found some meat, some green vegetables, and a bundle of dried noodles.
'Making the great President Fairchild eat noodle soup... That doesn't seem right!'
'But she didn't have the ingredients to make anything else. There was no choice. They would just have to make do for one meal.'
"Sweetheart, can you help Mommy wash the vegetables?"
"Mhm." Ian Monroe nodded immediately, deftly putting on his little apron and standing on a stool.
