She left me the week before our wedding. Said I wasn't "husband material." Actually, I'd have to agree with my ex on that matter... because I'm probably better off alone. But everything changed the day I met a mysterious beauty sketching on the beach. Giselle… We had one magical night together... and then she was gone. My French beach fairy danced away with the dawn. I searched until I found her again. And now I can't let her go... because maybe I am husband material after all.
