Mother doesnt belive her was miss Thompson

The mother's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of the young woman standing on her porch. She looked... younger than she had expected. And what was with the... unusual outfit? The mother's gaze lingered on the pink onesie, her mind struggling to comprehend why a nanny would show up to a job interview dressed in such a way.

"I'm sorry," the mother said, trying to hide her surprise. "I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding. I was expecting a more... traditional nanny. Not someone dressed in a onesie."

Ms. Thompson chuckled and shook her head.

Ms. Thompson's expression remained cheerful, but a hint of confusion flickered in her eyes. "I'm not sure what you mean, ma'am," she said, her voice still confident. "I was told to dress in attire suitable for a nanny, and this is what I was provided with by the agency." She glanced down at her outfit, seemingly puzzled by the mother reaction.

The mother's eyes widened further, her mind struggling to comprehend the situation. She had expected a stern, no-nonsense nanny, not someone who looked like they belonged in a nursery. "I...I think there's been a mistake," she stammered, trying to process what was happening.

Ms. Thompson's expression remained cheerful, and she reached into her bag, pulling out a small, exquisitely wrapped gift box. "I brought a little something for you, ma'am," she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "A gift to celebrate our new working relationship."

The mother's eyes widened in surprise, and she hesitated for a moment before taking the box from Ms. Thompson. The wrapping paper was a delicate floral pattern, and the box itself was adorned with a small, satin ribbon. She turned the box over in her hands, feeling a sense of curiosity wash over her.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ms. Thompson's smile grew wider. "