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.

long moment. “You’re not on the list,” he said. His voice was gruff and

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

wasting my time and get out of here. You can come back to view the art tomorrow,

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

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

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

at all of the wealthy-looking people

you for coming,” Ethan said with a 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

watching as

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

work was amazing before 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 of patrons milled about, many of them using sophisticated ‘art speak’ to describe the works when, in actuality, they were

— not 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

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 of something else behind it that I couldn’t quite read. It was as

I jumped a bit at the sound of his voice, not realizing that I had

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

replied. “I

was a bit of a silence before Ethan spoke. “Did you remember to

bit nervously as I reached into my purse and pulled out a

my heart rate quicken as he carefully studied my drawing. It was the same drawing that I had been working on in

moments, “this is stunning.

at the famous artist’s words.

vigorously and handed the drawing back to me. “You’ve got some real talent. You should try to tap into it