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.

painstakingly long moment. “You’re not on the list,” he said. His voice was

clutching my purse nervously as I stood to the

not even bothering to look at 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 it’s

bouncer, “I did invite her.

chorus of murmurs making their way through the line of people waiting. The bouncer’s eyes widened, and without another word, he stepped out

sorry about that,” Ethan said, guiding me in through the foyer with his hand on my back. “He’s

as I looked around at all of the wealthy-looking people that were milling about the

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

and nodded, watching

I made my way into the gallery so I could get a better look at the

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’

that anyone would have spoken to me, either — with my glass of champagne in my hand as I closely studied each

tucked away 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 there was also a hint of something else behind it that I couldn’t quite read. It was

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

feeling my face flush. “Yes. I think this one might be

favorite, too,” Ethan replied. “I haven’t given it

There was a bit of a silence before Ethan

reached into my purse and pulled out a single, folded piece of paper and held it out

my drawing. It was the same drawing that I had been working on in my bedroom the night that

after a few moments, “this is stunning.

face go red at

handed the drawing back to me. “You’ve got some real talent. You should try to tap into it a bit more; I could see you doing really well with