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.

he said. His voice was gruff and

Ethan,” I replied, clutching my purse nervously as I stood to the

not even bothering to look at me, simply scoffed. “I highly doubt the artist personally invited a human. Quit wasting my

bouncer, “I did

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

Ethan said, guiding me in through the foyer with his hand

I looked around at all of the

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. “I’ll find you

the champagne and nodded, watching as

made my

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…

to anyone — not that anyone would have spoken to me, either — with my glass of champagne in my hand as I closely studied each and every

but I did. I felt entranced 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 read. It was as if

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

You startled me,” I said, feeling my face flush. “Yes. I think this one might

Ethan replied. “I haven’t given it a

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

a bit nervously as I reached into my purse and pulled out a single, folded piece of paper and held 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 working on in my bedroom the night

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

red at the famous artist’s

nodded vigorously and handed the drawing back to me. “You’ve got some real talent. You should try to tap into it a bit more; I could see you doing really well