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.

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

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

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

behind the bouncer, “I did invite

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 word, he

foyer with his hand on

I replied meekly as I looked around at all of the wealthy-looking people that

free to take a

took the champagne and nodded, watching as Ethan

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

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

my hand as I closely studied each and every piece

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

my trance. I jumped a bit at

You startled me,” I said, feeling my face flush. “Yes. I

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

silence before Ethan spoke.

did, actually,” I replied, my hands shaking a bit nervously as I reached into my purse and pulled out a single, folded piece of paper and held it

drawing that I had been working on in my bedroom the night that Edrick told me about the WereCorp

a few moments, “this is stunning. You didn’t mention

face go red at the famous artist’s

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