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.

the direction where Ella had just gone. “I have been for a few weeks

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 from being in the sun all day, and the juices that burst

of anyone better to be Ella’s nanny. I know how much the kids at the orphanage love

you,” I replied. “I love Ella. She’s

of the cold marble permeated through my sandals and cooled my

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

sounding almost a little embarrassed by it. “I still live here now, part of the time,

lively inside; I could hear music now, and the sound of laughter. Through one of the large draped windows that

music, bobbing his head a bit for a

“Care for a dance?”

my face get

I admitted, staring down at my

hand and pulling me away from the railing. “It’s easy. Besides, no one

his other hand on my waist. I felt him firmly pull me in a bit closer so that our waists were nearly

“It’s like this…”

a moment 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 easy to move along with him. Soon

hovering close enough to one another that I could smell the citrus on his breath. I felt my heart rate quicken and my face flush red again as his

placed me back on my

said. “Some might

would never happen; not only was I

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