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 voice was gruff and indifferent, and before I could say anything else, he

I replied, clutching my purse nervously as I stood

highly doubt the artist personally invited a human. Quit wasting my time and get out

bouncer, “I did invite her. Come on

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

his hand

looked around at all of the

to take a look around. And have a glass of

nodded, watching as Ethan disappeared into

courage, I made my way into the

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 with the

closely studied each and every piece of artwork. Each piece seemed to fit

the gallery, and no one else seemed to notice it; but I did. I felt entranced by the depiction of a young boy,

me out of my trance. I jumped a bit at the sound of his voice,

said, feeling my face flush. “Yes. I think

replied. “I haven’t

the painting. There was a bit of a silence before Ethan spoke. “Did you remember to bring some of your work

pulled out

watched with 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

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

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

should try to tap into it a bit more; I could see you doing really well