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!”

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

off at a 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

did think

were right. 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 thing for

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 send

headed downstairs. It turned out that 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, holding one of each of our hands, and it really did feel like we were a little family. The walk was nice, too, and I

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 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

Morgan, Miss Ella, and…” she turned toward me, pausing and waiting

I replied, holding out my hand. The old woman

she replied, then turned and held open the heavy wooden door for

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

said, gesturing to a closed and rather dusty looking door.

to see a large, dark room with all of the furniture covered by white sheets. The curtains

used?” I

to be,” she replied. “And

I frowned. “What happened?”

“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

opinion of the school. Of course it was out of the headmistress’s control, but I