If there was one thing in the world guaranteed it was the fact that Edward absolutely adored showing off. Parties, galas, charity events, even in his every day existence. He was showy by nature, much like Stark only with different colors. Eddie had once explained to Tony that they were in fact both peacocks. Which was true, except they flaunted themselves differently.
Edward had instantly RSVP'ed for Beauty's party. How could he not?
When the night itself had come Edward adorned his very best tailor made suit, an emerald green. His slacks were creased and his shoes shined, the epitome of class. Even his cane was polished and gleaming. Tucked into the breast pocket of his coat was Beauty's handkerchief. He hardly went anywhere without it. Almost as if it were some sort of flag or symbol. It was their treaty, he supposed, one written in embroidery and lace.
Slowly Eddie approached the cottage, scanning the area instantly. How funny that she would allow him to see where she lived! And a quaint place it was, too. Very fitting of her.
Eddie paused on the stoop and straightened his jacket before the knock came, abrupt but firm and quick. He pulled away and settled, waiting to be allowed inside to revel in the festivities. Oh how this night would be one to remember.