The Cold CEO's Nanny

Chapter 1 Wait. London?!

I actually graduated.

Like... really graduated.

Four years of lectures, late-night studying, group projects that made me question humanity, and way too much coffee—and now it's done. I was standing in the middle of my room holding my graduation cap and smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.

"Amelia Carter, you did it," I said to myself, spinning once in the mirror.

My phone buzzed on the desk. I rushed over and grabbed it.

Sophie: GUESS WHO GOT THE JOB?!

My eyes widened immediately.

Me: WAIT WHAT JOB???

Sophie: THE ONE IN LONDON!!!

Clara: I GOT MINE TOO!!

I actually screamed.

"NO WAY."

I started pacing around the room, practically bouncing with excitement.

All three of us had been applying to jobs in London for weeks. The idea started as a joke during one of our late-night study sessions.

"What if we just moved to London after graduation?"

And now somehow... it was actually happening.

Me: STOP YOU GUYS ARE KIDDING

Sophie: I start next month!!

Clara: Same here. We're literally moving to London.

I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling with the biggest grin on my face.

My best friends were moving to London.

London!

And if I could find a job there too... we could actually live in the same city. Imagine weekend brunches, shopping trips, late-night movie nights in tiny apartments, exploring the city together—

Okay. Now I really needed a job.

I grabbed my laptop and sat up on the bed, determined.

"Alright Amelia," I muttered. "Time to become an employed adult."

Job websites. Applications. More job websites.

I scrolled through pages and pages of listings, occasionally making faces at the ridiculous requirements.

Five years of experience.

"For an entry-level job?" I groaned. "Are you serious?"

I kept scrolling.

Then one posting caught my eye.

Live-in Nanny Needed – London

Competitive salary

I blinked and read it again.

"Nanny?"

I tilted my head, thinking.

I mean... I had babysat my cousins before. And kids usually liked me. I'm fun, patient, and I know how to handle chaos.

Mostly.

Also... live-in meant I wouldn't immediately have to stress about rent in London, which was definitely a bonus.

I kept reading the description.

One child. Four years old. Private residence.

Hmm.

"Okay," I said slowly. "That's actually not a bad idea."

I could move to London, work, and still see Sophie and Clara all the time.

Honestly, the thought alone made me excited again.

I clicked the Apply button before I could overthink it.

Then I paused.

"Wait."

Interview.

Outfit.

I started digging through my clothes, pulling things out one by one.

"No... too formal."

"Definitely not that."

"Oh wow, I forgot I even owned this."

Then my eyes landed on a white outfit hanging near the back of the wardrobe.

I pulled it out and held it up.

It was a soft white dress set with a light, flowy skirt that fell in layered ruffles down to my ankles. The top had short puff sleeves and delicate buttons down the front, giving it a sweet, almost vintage look.

It looked cute.

Maybe a little too cute for an interview.

I stared at it in the mirror for a moment.

"Well... it's neat," I said defensively to my reflection. "And comfortable."

Sure, it wasn't the typical serious interview outfit. But I didn't want to look stiff and boring either. If I was going to take care of a child, wouldn't it make more sense to look friendly?

Exactly.

Decision made.

I slipped the outfit on and paired it with my cream platform shoes. When I looked back in the mirror, the skirt swayed softly around my legs as I moved.

I gave myself a small spin.

"Perfect."

Maybe it wasn't the most professional choice...

But it felt very me.

And if they didn't like it?

Well, that was their problem.

My phone buzzed again.

Sophie: So what about you??

Clara: Are you coming to London with us or what??

I laughed and typed back.

Me: I JUST APPLIED FOR A JOB THERE

Sophie: WHAT

Clara: WAIT REALLY???

Me: Nanny job. Live-in. Sounds kinda fancy actually.

There was a short pause before Sophie replied.

Sophie: Amelia... you with a child is either going to be amazing or complete chaos.

I gasped dramatically even though they couldn't see me.

Me: RUDE. I would be an incredible nanny.

Clara: Honestly you probably would.

That made me smile.

The three of us had been through everything together during university—stress, exams, endless group study sessions, and way too many late-night food deliveries.

The idea of all of us being in London at the same time made my chest feel warm with excitement.

I looked back at the laptop screen where my application was still open.

"Okay," I said quietly.

Then I pressed Submit.

Application sent.

I leaned back against the pillows and stared at the ceiling again, imagining London.

The busy streets. The shops. The little cafés. The parks.

And Sophie and Clara somewhere in the same huge city.

I grabbed my phone again.

Me: If I get this job we are celebrating immediately

Sophie: OBVIOUSLY

Clara: London girls era

I smiled at that.

Yeah.

London girls era.

I closed my laptop and stretched out on the bed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks.

Graduation was done. My friends were moving to London. And now there was at least a chance I could go too.

And honestly?

That thought alone made me ridiculously happy.

-Outfit above