His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 163

Moana

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!”

and I could tell that Edrick was trying — and failing — to hide a smile of his

I heard the sound of her tripping, falling, and skidding across the floor on her way, but she

you really did think about it, huh?” I

“You were right. Ella does belong in school, and she deserves to socialize with other kids. Besides… With

argue with Edrick. I was just glad that he had decided to send Ella to school after all. It was about time that she had a chance to make friends, try new experiences, and learn new things in

Edrick chose the school that was within walking distance, which made me happy, and so we walked to meet the headmistress. Ella walked between us,

It was an old building with tall windows, stone facades, and arched wooden doors. There was a playground out front with lots of shade from trees and plenty of playground 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

morning!” the old woman said with a bright smile. “You must be Mr. Morgan, Miss Ella, and…” she turned toward

The old woman shook it with a

heavy wooden door for us. “Come on in.

of natural light. There was a gymnasium, auditorium, countless classrooms, a cafeteria,

this is the art room,” the headmistress said, gesturing to a closed and rather dusty looking door.

of the furniture covered by white sheets. The curtains were closed and there were boxes

being used?” I asked, turning to face the

“I’m afraid our art program isn’t what it used to be,” she replied. “And by

I frowned. “What happened?”

she said. “She was getting on in age.

course it was out of the headmistress’s control, but I wanted

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