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.

list,” he said. His voice was gruff and indifferent, and before

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

a human. Quit wasting my time and get out of here. You can come back to view the art tomorrow, when it’s

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

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

his hand on

I replied meekly as I looked around at all of the wealthy-looking people

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

nodded, watching as Ethan disappeared into the

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

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

champagne in my hand as I closely studied each and

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

trance. I jumped a bit at the sound of his voice, not realizing

my face flush. “Yes.

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

a bit of a silence before Ethan spoke. “Did you

nervously as I reached into my purse and pulled out

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

said after a few moments, “this is stunning. You didn’t mention

my face go red at the famous artist’s

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