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.

his eyes at me before scanning his list for a painstakingly long moment. “You’re not on the list,” he said. His voice was gruff and indifferent, and before

Ethan,” I replied, clutching my purse nervously as

at me, simply scoffed. “I highly doubt the artist personally invited a human. Quit wasting my time and get out of here. You can

from behind the bouncer, “I did invite her.

of people waiting. The bouncer’s eyes widened, and without another

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

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

a few of the patrons here, but feel free to take a look around. And have a glass

and nodded, watching as Ethan disappeared into the

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

that Ethan’s work was 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, in actuality, they were only trying to impress their peers… But I was completely enthralled

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,

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

bit at the sound of his voice, not realizing that I had been standing in front of the painting for quite

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

replied. “I haven’t given

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

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

he carefully studied my drawing. It was the same drawing that I had

a few moments, “this is stunning. You didn’t mention that you

at the famous artist’s

some real talent. You should try to tap into it