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.

did think about it, huh?” I

socialize with other kids. Besides… With the

argue with Edrick. I was just glad that he had decided to send Ella to school after all. It 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

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

must be Mr. Morgan, Miss Ella, and…” she turned toward me,

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

the heavy wooden door for us. “Come on in.

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 the music room, the science lab, the daycare room, and the library, and

is the art room,” the headmistress said, gesturing to a closed and rather

and peered in through the window on the door to see a large, dark room with all of the furniture covered by white sheets. The curtains were closed and there were

I asked, turning

program isn’t what it used to be,” she replied. “And by that

I frowned. “What happened?”

and lowered her voice a bit. “Our beloved art teacher passed away a couple of years ago,” she said. “She was getting on in age. We haven’t

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