Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

Chapter 163

#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.

you really did think

were right. Ella does belong in school, and she deserves to socialize with other kids. Besides… With the baby coming, having her at school during the day will be a good thing

on my own, so long as I had just a little help — but I wasn’t about to argue with

meet the headmistress. Ella

even a garden on the other side with planter boxes for fruit and vegetables. As we walked up the long pebble pathway to the

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

out my hand. The old

then turned and held open the heavy wooden door

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 science lab, the daycare room, and the library, and before we knew it we

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

the furniture covered by white sheets. The curtains were closed and there

not being used?” I

“I’m afraid our art program isn’t what it used to

I frowned. “What happened?”

and lowered her voice a bit. “Our beloved art teacher passed away a couple of years ago,” she said.

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 to a school with a good art program, and now I wasn’t so

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