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.

really did think about it,

socialize with other kids. Besides… With the baby coming, having her at school during the day will be a

a baby and Ella on my 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 send Ella to

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,

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 of her

woman said with a bright smile. “You must be Mr. Morgan, Miss Ella, and…” she turned toward me, pausing and waiting for me to introduce

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

the heavy wooden door for us.

auditorium, countless classrooms, a cafeteria, a beautiful inner courtyard with a fountain, and plenty of recreation

gesturing to a closed and rather dusty looking door. “Well… It was

door to see a large, dark room with all of the furniture covered by

used?” I asked, turning to face the

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

I frowned. “What happened?”

art teacher passed away a couple of years ago,” she said.

the school. Of course it was out of the headmistress’s control, but I wanted to make sure that Ella went to