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.

he said. His voice was gruff and indifferent, and before I could say anything else, he

I replied, clutching my purse nervously as I stood

to look at me, simply scoffed. “I highly doubt the artist personally invited a human. Quit wasting my time and get out of here. You can come back to view the art tomorrow,

from behind the bouncer,

the bouncer, resulting in a chorus of murmurs making their way through the line of people waiting. The

through the foyer with his hand

understand,” I replied meekly as I looked around at all of the wealthy-looking people

a warm smile. “Unfortunately I have to participate in some involuntary networking with a few of the patrons here, but feel free to take

watching as Ethan disappeared

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

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 of patrons milled about, many of them

I closely studied each and every piece of artwork. Each piece seemed to

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

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

flush. “Yes. I

favorite, too,” Ethan replied. “I

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

pulled out a single, folded piece of paper and held it

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

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

felt my face go red at the famous artist’s words. “R-Really?” I

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