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.

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

replied, clutching my purse nervously as I stood to

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

said from behind the bouncer, “I did invite her.

of people waiting. The bouncer’s eyes widened, and without another

sorry about that,” Ethan said, guiding me in through the foyer with his hand on

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

warm 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 off

nodded, watching as Ethan

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

music from a small stage at the back of the gallery, creating an atmosphere that almost made the artwork come alive. Groups of patrons milled about, many of them using

that anyone 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 theme, which felt reminiscent of the childhood drawings that Ethan had

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

bit at the sound of his voice, not realizing that I had been standing in front of the painting

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

Ethan replied. “I haven’t given it

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

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

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

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

at the famous artist’s words. “R-Really?”

to me. “You’ve got some real talent. You should try to tap into it a