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

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

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 a chance to make friends,

turned out that Edrick chose the school that was within walking distance, which made me happy, and so we walked to meet the headmistress.

vegetables. As we walked up the long pebble pathway to the front door, an elderly woman stepped out onto

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

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

replied, then turned and held open the heavy wooden door for us. “Come

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

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

my brow 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

I asked,

program isn’t what it used to be,”

I frowned. “What happened?”

“Our beloved art teacher passed away a couple of years ago,” she said. “She was getting on in age. We haven’t found a good enough replacement, so

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