129: Female Impersonation

As Eric sat in front of the mirror, surrounded by a flurry of activity from the makeup artists, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration eating at him. It was ridiculous, really, having to go to such lengths just to track down James Sullivan, all because of a missing ring and an elusive ring bearer.

As the makeup artist meticulously applied layers of foundation to his face, Eric couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that washed over him.

The sensation of his beard being shaved off was strange and unfamiliar, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"Could you please relax your face, sir?" the makeup artist said, her tone laced with gentle exasperation. "It's hard to work with all those furrows on your brow."

Calvin, standing nearby, struggled to contain his amusement as he watched Eric's transformation unfold. "You know, Eric," he said, a teasing grin playing at the corners of his lips, "you make a really ugly girl."

Eric shot Calvin a withering glare, his frustration b