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

clutching

not even bothering to look at me, 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 tomorrow, when it’s open to

familiar voice said from behind the bouncer, “I did invite her. Come on

the line of people waiting. The bouncer’s eyes widened, and without another word,

through the foyer with his hand on my back. “He’s just doing his

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

to take a look around. And have a glass of champagne, too.” He reached

and nodded, watching as Ethan disappeared into

for courage, I made my way into the gallery so

small stage at the back of the gallery, creating an atmosphere that

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 of the childhood drawings that Ethan had showed me the

it; but I did. I felt entranced by the depiction of a young boy, staring out at the viewer from a black void. His

huh?” Ethan’s voice suddenly said from behind me, breaking me out of my trance. I jumped a bit at the sound of his voice, not realizing that I had been standing in

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

Ethan replied.

There was a bit of a silence before Ethan spoke. “Did you remember to bring some

and pulled out a single, folded piece of paper and held it out to Ethan. “It’s not much. Just a

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 from the view of my balcony at the

is stunning. You didn’t mention that

red at

handed the drawing back to me. “You’ve got some real talent. You should try to tap into it