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

have an invitation from Ethan,” I replied, clutching my purse nervously as I stood

bothering to look at me, simply scoffed. “I highly doubt the artist personally invited a human. Quit wasting my

the bouncer, “I did

behind the bouncer, resulting in a chorus of murmurs making their way through the line of people

through the foyer with his hand on my back. “He’s just doing his job. These art

around at all of

you 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 champagne, too.” He reached out, taking a glass of champagne off of a waiter’s tray, and handed it to me.

and nodded, watching as Ethan disappeared into

breath and a sip of the champagne for courage, I made my way into the gallery so I

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

not that anyone would have spoken to me, either — with my glass of champagne in my hand as I closely studied each and every piece of artwork. Each piece seemed to fit into a similar theme, which felt reminiscent of the childhood drawings that

the depiction of a young boy, staring out at the viewer from a black

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 had been standing in front of the painting for

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

replied. “I haven’t given it a

turning back to look at the painting. There was a bit of a silence before Ethan

hands shaking a bit nervously as I reached into my purse and pulled out a single, folded

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 the night that Edrick told me about the WereCorp wages: a drawing of the cityscape from the view of my balcony

“this is stunning. You didn’t mention that

face go red at

real talent. You should try