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.

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

replied, clutching my

the artist personally invited a human. Quit wasting my time and get out of here. You

from behind the bouncer, “I did invite

stepped 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

hand on my back. “He’s just

at all of the

the patrons here, but feel free to take a look around.

the champagne and nodded, watching as

courage, I made my way into the gallery so

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

closely studied each and every piece of artwork. Each piece seemed to fit into a similar theme, which felt reminiscent of the childhood drawings that Ethan had showed me the night

else seemed to notice it; 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 he was

out of my trance. I jumped a bit

face flush. “Yes. I think this one

Ethan replied. “I haven’t given it a

of a silence before Ethan spoke. “Did you remember to bring some of your

as I reached into my purse and pulled out a single, folded piece of paper and held it out to Ethan. “It’s not much. Just

he carefully studied my drawing. It was the same drawing that I had been working on in my bedroom the night

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

go red at the famous artist’s words.

try to tap into it a bit more; I