I walk up the aisle, eyes pinned on Eve. Even after everything, she still looks flawless. She saved my life by beating a man over the head with a chair, and there isn’t a single hair out of place. When I reach her, I grip her waist and cup my hand under her chin. “Are you okay?” She bites her lip and then nods. “I think so.” I run my hands down her arms, checking for any scratch or wound, but she is perfect. Smooth and golden tan and beautiful.
