Chapter 21: The Secret Brother
Moana

“Uncle Ethan!” Ella jumped up and ran over to Ethan. Smiling, he picked her up and twirled her around in a circle. The quiet air of the garden became briefly filled with the sweet sound of the little girl’s giggles before he sat her back down and patted her on the head.

“I think your grandma is looking for you,” he said, to which Ella immediately perked up and took off to find Verona.

I was still sitting on the bench, utterly shocked by Ethan’s presence. “Fancy seeing you here,” he said, walking up to me and standing in front of me so that his tall body blocked the light.

“Fancy seeing you here, too,” I said, standing. “I had no idea you were related to the Morgan family.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, running a hand through his hair. Even now, dressed in his formal attire, I could see a small smudge of paint on the artist’s left pinky. “The whole ‘Bradley’ last name is just a pseudonym. Well, sort of; it was my mother’s maiden name. I use it now to protect my true identity.”

I nodded, not sure of what to say. Ethan turned and walked over to the fountain, gesturing for me to follow, which I did.

“So… You’re Ella’s au pair, right?” Ethan asked as we slowly walked together around the garden. The summer air was still and humid, but the feeling of the cool spray coming off of the fountain was refreshing.

where Ella had just gone. “I have been for

grove of orange trees, their branches heavy and laden with ripe fruit. From where we stood, I could smell the citrus in the air. As we passed underneath the trees, Ethan casually reached up and plucked one. I watched as he expertly peeled the orange while keeping the peel in one long strip, then tossed the peel into a nearby shrub and handed me a slice. It was warm and sweet

said, his mouth full of orange, “I can’t think of anyone better to be Ella’s nanny. I know how much the kids at the orphanage love you. Ella certainly seems to

smile widened. “Thank you,” I replied. “I love Ella. She’s

side of the large colonnade, where the feeling of the cold marble permeated through my sandals and cooled my feet. The arched ceilings made the sound

here?” I asked, leaning on the railing of one side of the colonnade

here now, part of the time, whenever I need to have some peace and

the sound of laughter. Through one of the large draped windows that led

head a bit for a few moments before turning

“Care for a dance?”

felt my face

know how,” I admitted, staring down at my

from the railing. “It’s easy. Besides, no one is here to see if

hand and placed it on his shoulder, then placed his other hand on my waist. I felt him firmly pull me in

“It’s like this…”

for a beat in the music, then stepped to the left, then the right, and backwards and forwards. Surprisingly, with him leading me, it was

to one another that I could smell

me back on my feet and stepped away with a bow

a good dancer,” he said. “Some

never happen; not only was

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