Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 163: Art Department

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!”

Ella’s excitement made me smile, and I could tell that Edrick was trying — and failing — to hide a smile of his own. “Go get dressed, then,” he said. “We don’t have a lot of time. I told the headmistress we’d be there soon.”

Ella took 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 placed my hands on my hips.

think about it, huh?” I

to socialize with other kids. Besides…

had just a little help — but I wasn’t about to argue

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

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 bright smile. “You must be Mr. Morgan, Miss Ella, and…” she turned toward

replied, holding out my hand. The old woman shook it with a

Headmistress Hawkins,” she replied, then turned and held open the heavy

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

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

dark room with all of the furniture covered by white sheets. The curtains were closed and there were boxes everywhere, as though it was being used

it not being used?” I asked, turning to face

and nodded. “I’m afraid our art program isn’t what it used to be,” she replied. “And by that I mean that it’s nonexistent

I frowned. “What happened?”

art teacher passed away a couple of years ago,” she said. “She was getting on in age. We haven’t

of the headmistress’s control, but I wanted to make sure that Ella went to a school with a good art program, and now I wasn’t so sure if