His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 34: The Exhibit
Moana

I couldn’t bring myself to avoid Ethan’s exhibit after he had asked me to go so many times. So, after putting Ella to bed, I went to Selina with my hand on my stomach and a frown on my face.

“I’m afraid I might have contracted food poisoning,” I said, feigning illness. “Can you keep an eye on things if Ella wakes up? I’m going to go to urgent care.”

Selina frowned, looking at her watch. “Do you need a driver?” she asked.

I vehemently shook my head. “No. It’s okay. I’ll call a cab.”

“Well… Alright,” she said, pursing her lips. “Be careful.”

After that, I put on a simple dress that could pass for urgent care attire if anyone were to question me, and flagged down a cab outside of the penthouse.

Just as I suspected, the art gallery was packed to the brim when I arrived. As I got out of the cab, I felt a lump rise in my throat; all of the other patrons seemed to be dressed lavishly, which made me feel incredibly out of place.

There was a line with a bouncer to get in. I stood in line, patiently waiting my turn.

“Name?” the bouncer said, eyeing me up and down suspiciously as I walked up to him.

“Moana Fowler,” I replied.

the list,” he said. His

replied, clutching my purse nervously as I stood

wasting my time and get out of here. You can come back to view the art tomorrow, when

from behind the bouncer, “I did invite her. Come on in,

the line of people

said, guiding me in through the foyer with his hand on my back. “He’s just doing his job. These art

at all of the wealthy-looking people that were milling

in some involuntary networking with a few of the patrons here, but feel free to take a look around. And have a glass of

nodded, watching

of the champagne for courage, I made my way into the gallery so I could get

amazing before in his studio, it was even more amazing now beneath the gallery lighting. A jazz quartet played lively music from a small stage at the back of the gallery, creating an atmosphere that almost made the artwork come alive. Groups of patrons milled about, many of them using sophisticated ‘art speak’ to describe the works when,

to anyone — not that anyone would have spoken to me, either — with my glass of champagne in my hand as I closely studied each and

seemed to notice it; but I did. I felt entranced by the depiction of a young

that one, huh?” Ethan’s voice suddenly said from behind me, breaking me out of my trance. I jumped a bit at the sound of his voice, not realizing that I

face flush. “Yes. I think this one

Ethan replied. “I haven’t

of a silence before Ethan spoke.

purse and pulled out

took the paper from me and opened it. I watched with anticipation, feeling my heart rate quicken as he carefully studied my drawing. It was the same drawing that I had been working on in my bedroom

moments, “this is stunning. You didn’t mention that you could draw

at the famous

got some real talent. You should try to