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

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

look at me, simply scoffed. “I highly doubt the artist personally invited a human. Quit wasting my

behind the bouncer, “I did invite her.

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

through the foyer with his hand on my back. “He’s just

at all of the wealthy-looking

of the patrons here, but feel free to take a look around. And have a glass of champagne, too.”

nodded, watching as Ethan disappeared into

deep breath and a sip of the champagne for courage, I made my way

that

studied each and every piece of artwork. Each piece

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

I jumped a bit

I said, feeling my face flush. “Yes. I think this one might

Ethan replied.

a silence before Ethan spoke. “Did you remember to

and pulled out a single, folded piece of paper

feeling my heart rate quicken as he carefully studied my drawing. It was the same drawing that I

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

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

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