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.

scanning his list for a painstakingly long moment. “You’re not on the list,” he said. His voice was gruff and indifferent, and before I could say anything else, he waved me away to let the next person

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

human. Quit wasting my

a familiar voice said from behind the bouncer, “I did

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

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

at all of the wealthy-looking people that were

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 out, taking a glass of champagne off of a waiter’s tray, and handed it to me.

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

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

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

me, either — with my glass of champagne in my hand as I closely studied each and every piece of

I did. I felt entranced by the depiction of a young boy, staring out at the viewer from a

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

face flush. “Yes. I

favorite, too,” Ethan replied. “I

nodded, turning back to look at the painting. There was a bit of a silence

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

it. I watched with anticipation, feeling 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

is stunning.

face go red at the famous

try to tap into it a