City Mouse

?highest ranking: #44 in chick lit ?
New York was full of beautiful women, wanting to be actresses, singers, models. They came in droves, like moths drawn to a flame, trying to make their mark.
Martha Cameron had no such ambitions. First of all, her parents had named her Martha, like they knew in advance that she was going to be plain; plain hair, plain eyes, plain body. Was it her fault that, as the youngest of nine children, she was little shy, a little quiet? The nickname "Martha Mouse" was invented for her, it seemed.
But mice needed to earn money, too. So Martha got a job as a nanny for Henry Gardner, a photographer with a little boy, Leo, who was, in his own way, as much of a mouse as Martha was. Henry, an outgoing and confident thirty-something man, was a little intimidating to Martha, with his black hair and pretty eyes, but Leo was just a little kid, almost a toddler, still.
Surely even a mouse could cope with this situation, right?
?Thank you to @Roxeau for the wonderful cover!?