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.

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

have an invitation from Ethan,” I replied, clutching my purse nervously

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

said from behind the bouncer,

resulting in a chorus of murmurs making their way through the line of people waiting. The bouncer’s eyes widened, and without another

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

looked around at all of the wealthy-looking people that were

but feel 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 handed it to me. “I’ll find

took the champagne and nodded, watching as Ethan disappeared into the

made my way into the

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 only trying to impress their peers… But I was completely enthralled

of champagne in my hand as I closely studied each and every piece of

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.

me, breaking me out of my trance. I jumped a bit at the sound of his voice, not realizing that I had been standing in front of

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

Ethan replied. “I

turning back to look at the painting. There was a bit of a silence before Ethan

hands shaking a 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

my drawing. It was the same drawing that I had been working on in my bedroom the

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

red at

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