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.

not on the list,” he said. His voice was

from Ethan,” I replied, clutching my

human. Quit wasting my time and get out of

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

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

me in through the foyer with his hand on my back. “He’s just doing his job.

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

free to take a look around. And have a glass of champagne, too.” He reached out, taking a glass of champagne off of a waiter’s tray, and

nodded, watching

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

creating an atmosphere that almost made the artwork

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

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

of that one, huh?” 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

my face flush. “Yes. I

too,” Ethan replied. “I haven’t given it

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 and held it out to Ethan. “It’s not much. Just

my heart rate quicken as he carefully studied my drawing. It was the same drawing that I had been working on in my bedroom the night that Edrick told me about the WereCorp wages: a drawing of the cityscape from the view of my balcony at

is stunning. You didn’t mention that you could draw this

face go red at the famous artist’s

handed the drawing back to me. “You’ve got some real talent. You should try to tap into it a bit more; I could see you doing really well with your