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.

bouncer narrowed his eyes at me before 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

invitation from Ethan,” I replied, clutching my purse nervously as I stood

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

the bouncer, “I did

through the line of people waiting.

his hand on my back. “He’s just doing his job. These art openings

around at all of the wealthy-looking people that were milling

“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 off of

and nodded, watching as Ethan

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

of the gallery, creating an atmosphere that almost made the artwork come alive. Groups of patrons

studied each and every piece of artwork. Each piece seemed to fit into a similar theme, which

one particular painting that caught my 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 out at the viewer from a black void. His face was sad, but there was also a hint

Ethan’s voice suddenly said from behind me, breaking me out of my trance. I jumped a bit at the sound of his voice, not realizing that I had been standing in front

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

my favorite, too,” Ethan replied. “I

turning back to look at the painting. There was a bit of a silence

and pulled out a single,

paper 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 working on in

few moments, “this is stunning. You didn’t mention that you could

my face go red at

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