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.

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

I have an invitation from Ethan,” I replied, clutching

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

familiar voice said from behind the bouncer, “I did invite

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

in through the foyer with his hand on my back. “He’s

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

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.

champagne and nodded, watching as Ethan

breath and a sip of the champagne for courage, I made my

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

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

by the depiction of a young boy, staring out at the

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 quite

flush. “Yes. I think this one might be

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

the painting. There was a bit of a silence before Ethan

nervously as I reached into my purse and pulled out a single, folded piece of paper and held it out to Ethan.

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

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

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

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