Eleven
Skye couldn’t help the smug grin that spread across her face as Eloise Philips showed off the proof of the book to Faye of the Agate Bluff Inn. Both women positively gushed over the images printed in stunning, glossy clarity. She leaned back in her chair and knitted her fingers behind her head, positively delighted by how the book had come together. The way Eloise had arranged the text around the images and the colors she’d chosen really brought out the beauty of the shots, but it was the shots themselves that gave Skye the greatest sense of accomplishment. They were easily some of her finest, if not the best she’d ever captured. Maybe she was biased by her love of the people, places, animals, and objects in the pictures, but she was certain she had reached a new level of dedicatio
