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.

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

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

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

a familiar voice said from behind the bouncer, “I did invite her. Come on

out from behind the bouncer, resulting in a chorus of murmurs making their way through the line of people waiting. The bouncer’s eyes widened, and without another word, he stepped out of the way and let me

his hand on my back. “He’s just

at all of

Ethan said with a warm smile. “Unfortunately I have to participate in some involuntary networking with a few of the patrons here, but feel free to take a

took the champagne and nodded, watching as

of the champagne for courage, I made my way into the gallery

creating an atmosphere that almost made the artwork come alive. Groups of patrons milled about, many

would have 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

eye, however. It was small, 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

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

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

Ethan replied. “I haven’t given

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

replied, my hands shaking a bit nervously as I reached into my purse and pulled out a single, folded piece

from me and opened it. I watched with anticipation, feeling my heart rate quicken as he carefully studied my drawing. It was the same drawing that I had been

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

face go red at the famous

drawing back to me. “You’ve got some real talent. You should try