Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#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.”

“It’ll be alright, Ella,” I chimed in as I sat down next to her and tucked a napkin into the front of her shirt to keep her from getting scrambled eggs on her clothes. “It’s no different from now you play with your dolls and do their hair.”

“Except I’m not a doll,” Ella said. “I’m a real girl.”

her giggle. “Well, you look like a doll!” I exclaimed. The air became filled with the sweet sound of the little girl’s laughter. I glanced up momentarily to see Edrick’s

eating… but that was when the smell of the eggs and sausage hit me. I felt as though I was about to retch. I couldn’t keep a gag from coming, which Ella

okay, Moana?” she

shook my head, my eyes watering. I was still holding my hand over my mouth to steady myself as

kitchen at Ella’s mention of vomit, suddenly 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

“Thank you,” I whispered.

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

with a concerned expression on her face. She spoke with

off of her lips, then pulled her plate closer to her and tapped the edge of it with my

over the prospect of our 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 our

rest before the gala. Not long after I laid down, however, I was startled by a knock on the door. Before

sat up, puzzled as she walked over to me with something in one hand and a glass of water in

large pills. “They’re vitamins for expecting

but I trusted Selina, so I popped them in my mouth and swallowed them.

she walked over to the door, but just before she left, she hesitated and