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.

list,” he said. His voice was gruff and indifferent, and before I could say anything else, he waved me away to let

have an invitation from Ethan,” I replied, clutching

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

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

with his hand

meekly as I looked around at all

smile. “Unfortunately I have to participate in 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

and nodded, watching as Ethan disappeared into

of the champagne for courage, I made my way into the gallery so I could get a better look at

in his 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 artwork come alive. Groups

me, either — with my glass of champagne in my hand as I closely studied each

by the depiction of a young

suddenly said from behind me, breaking me out of my trance. I jumped a bit at the sound of

flush. “Yes. I think this

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

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

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

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 cityscape from the view of my balcony at

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

my face go red at the famous artist’s words.

some real talent. You should try to tap into it a bit more; I could see you