His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 54: Gala Day

Moana On the morning of the gala, I woke up early with Ella to get ready for the day. She had an appointment with a stylist and hairdresser before the gala. Selina explained to me, after I questioned the reasoning behind this for such a little girl, that it was commonplace for these sorts of events.

Even though Ella was not publicly known as Edrick’s daughter, everyone in attendance at the gala was aware of it, and it was important for public relations for Edrick’s daughter to look her best — even though she was only eight years old. It felt a little ridiculous to me for such a young girl to be subjected to hours of having her hair done and being fitted for a perfect dress, but I didn’t complain.

Once Ella was bathed, we walked out to the dining room for breakfast. Much to my surprise, Edrick was sitting there with his plate of food, a coffee, and a newspaper.

“Good morning, Daddy,” Ella said, walking up to him and planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Good morning, Princess,” he replied, not so much as looking in my general direction. “Are you excited to get your hair done?”

Ella sighed and sat down at the table. “No,” she grumbled as she began to pick at her eggs and sausage with her fork. “I hate getting my hair done.”

of her shirt to keep her from getting scrambled eggs on her clothes. “It’s

Ella said.

waist and made her giggle. “Well, you look like a doll!” I exclaimed. The air became filled with the sweet sound of the little

felt as though I was about to retch.

you okay, Moana?” she asked. “Are

steady myself as I breathed deeply through my nose — but

saw what was happening and rushed over. She took my plate away. I heard some banging around in the kitchen for a few minutes before she reemerged with a black coffee and

“Thank you,” I whispered.

daggers at me over his newspaper. Surely he noticed that something was awry, but before I could say anything, he finished his meal and quickly stood. I watched as he planted a kiss on the top of Ella’s head, then disappeared without

on her face. She

bit of sausage grease off of her lips, then pulled her plate closer to her and tapped the edge of it with my finger. “Eat your breakfast. The stylist will be here soon. Don’t you want to go on our walk before

morning walk, wolfed down the rest of her breakfast. I soon felt the positive effects of the black coffee and plain toast on my stomach, and felt well enough to go on

headed to my room to get some rest before the gala. Not long after I

walked over to me with something in one hand and a glass of water

glass of water and opening her other hand to reveal two large pills. “They’re vitamins for expecting mothers of werewolves. It should help with the nausea so you don’t

in my mouth and swallowed them. “Thank you,” I said. “And thank you for what you did at

to the door, but just before she left, she