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.

“You’re not on the list,” he said. His voice was gruff and

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

at me, simply scoffed. “I highly doubt the artist personally invited a human. Quit wasting my time and get out of

from behind the bouncer,

way through the line of people waiting. The bouncer’s eyes widened, and without another word, he stepped out of the way and let

about that,” Ethan said, guiding me in through the foyer with his hand on my back. “He’s just doing his job. These art openings are very

around at all of the wealthy-looking people that were milling about the

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.”

the champagne and nodded, watching as Ethan

the champagne for courage, I made my way into the

lighting. A jazz quartet played lively music from a small stage at the back of the gallery, creating an atmosphere that almost made

not speaking to anyone — not that anyone would have spoken to me, either — with my glass of champagne in my hand as I closely studied each and every piece of artwork. Each piece seemed to fit into a similar theme, which felt reminiscent

one else seemed to notice it; but I did. I felt entranced by the depiction of a young boy, staring

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 the painting for quite some

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

replied.

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

pulled out a single, folded piece of paper and held it out to Ethan.

quicken as he carefully studied my drawing. It was the same drawing that I had been working

after a few moments, “this is stunning. You didn’t mention that you could

go red at the famous artist’s words.

me. “You’ve got some real talent. You should try to tap into it a bit