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?”

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

but I wasn’t about to argue with Edrick. I was just glad that he had decided to send Ella to school after all. It was about time that she had

the headmistress. Ella walked between us, holding one of each of our hands, and it really

It was an old building with tall windows, stone facades, and arched wooden doors. There 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

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

I replied, holding out my hand. The

replied, then turned and held open the heavy wooden

high ceilings, and a lot of natural 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 art room,” the headmistress said, gesturing to a closed

dark room with all of the furniture covered by white sheets.

being used?” I

to

I frowned. “What happened?”

of years ago,” she said. “She was

the art department was nonexistent now put a bit of a damper on my opinion of the school. Of course it was out of the headmistress’s control, but I wanted to make sure that Ella went