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.

scanning his list for a painstakingly long moment. “You’re not on the list,” he said. His voice was gruff and indifferent, and before I could say anything

clutching

me, simply scoffed. “I highly doubt the artist personally invited a human. Quit wasting my time and get out of here. You can come back to view the art tomorrow, when

bouncer, “I did invite her. Come

way through the line of

his hand on my back. “He’s just doing his job. These art openings are

at all of the wealthy-looking people that were milling

for coming,” Ethan said with a warm smile. “Unfortunately I have to participate 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 as Ethan disappeared into

sip of the champagne for courage, I made my way into the gallery so I could get a better look at

creating an atmosphere that almost made the artwork come alive. Groups

of champagne in my hand as I closely studied each and every piece of artwork. Each piece seemed to fit

in a corner of the gallery, and no one else seemed to notice it; but I did. I felt entranced by the depiction of a young boy, staring out at the viewer from a black void. His face was sad, but

bit at the sound of his voice, not realizing that I

me,” I said, feeling my face flush. “Yes. I think this one

too,” Ethan replied. “I

to look at the painting. There was a bit of a silence before Ethan spoke. “Did you remember to

pulled out a single, folded piece of paper and held it out to Ethan. “It’s not much.

heart rate quicken as he carefully studied my drawing. It was the same drawing that I had been working on in my bedroom the night that Edrick told me about the WereCorp wages: a drawing of the cityscape from the view of my balcony at

after a few moments, “this is stunning.

felt my face go red at the famous artist’s words. “R-Really?” I

and handed the drawing back to me. “You’ve got some real talent. You should try