Eddy Twice

“And by beautiful, I didn’t mean the sunset or the ocean. I meant Ethan. He stood in front of the priest, one hand resting over the other, looking every bit the part. They were under a white arch draped with delicate baby’s breath flowers and roses. Ethan’s face shone with its light—brighter than the sun’s glow. He wore a deep navy suit that looked almost black in the soft evening light. It fit him perfectly. His white shirt was sharp, its collar crisp, framing the knot of his silk tie. A pocket square peeked from his jacket pocket, adding a touch of elegance.”
― Eddy Twice, The Makeup Girl: Crash On You