His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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Both Ella’s and my eyes widened when Edrick came out into the dining room early the next morning and announced his plans.

“Get dressed, both of you,” he said. “We’re going to look at a school today.”

Ella’s jaw dropped. “A school?!” she shrieked, jumping up from her chair excitedly. “Really?”

Edrick nodded with a slight smile. “Yep. We’re gonna look into sending you to school like all of the other kids. Would you like that?”

With a wide, ecstatic grin, Ella nodded vehemently and ran over to her father. She threw her little arms around his legs and hugged him tightly. “Yes, daddy!” she shouted. “I really really want to go to school!”

was trying — and failing — to hide a smile of his own. “Go get dressed, then,” he said. “We don’t have

full sprint toward her room. I thought I heard the sound of her tripping, falling, and skidding across the floor on her way, but she seemed fine. I stood, smiling, and placed

think

Ella does belong in school, and she deserves to socialize with other kids. Besides… With the baby coming, having her at school during the day will be a good

own, so long as I had just a little help — but I wasn’t about to argue with Edrick. I was just glad that he had decided to

the headmistress. Ella walked between us, holding one of each of our hands, and it really did feel like we were a little family.

equipment, and there was even a garden on the other side with planter boxes for fruit and vegetables. As we walked up the long pebble pathway to the front door, an elderly woman stepped out onto the front stoop and waved to us. She had long white hair that was piled into a neat bun on top of her head, and wore an elegant suit jacket with a matching pencil skirt. As we approached, I saw that she had the school emblem — a golden crown — embroidered onto the lapel

smile. “You must be Mr. Morgan, Miss Ella, and…” she turned toward me, pausing and waiting for

my hand. The old

and held open the heavy wooden door

was a gymnasium, auditorium, countless classrooms, a cafeteria, a beautiful inner courtyard with a fountain, and plenty of recreation spaces. She showed us the music room,

room,” the headmistress said, gesturing to a closed and rather dusty looking door. “Well… It was the

and peered in through the window on the door to see a large, dark room with all of the furniture covered by white sheets. The curtains were closed and there were boxes everywhere, as though

being used?” I

what it used to be,” she replied. “And

I frowned. “What happened?”

lowered her voice a bit. “Our beloved art teacher passed away a couple of years ago,” she said. “She was getting on in age. We haven’t found a good enough replacement, so unfortunately our art department is

the headmistress’s control, but I wanted to make sure that Ella went