It’s a crisp morning, just a few months before Summer and Jayce’s wedding. They’re having brunch at an upscale cafe in the heart of New York City, just off Fifth Avenue. The restaurant has an elegant feel, with marble floors and walls decorated with fresh flower arrangements. Natural light pours in from the large windows, illuminating the table set with beautiful, mismatched china. 

There are plates of warm croissants, fresh fruit, eggs benedict, and an assortment of cheeses. A bottle of rosé champagne is chilled in an ice bucket on the table, along with mimosas for a refreshing touch. Summer, always a fan of indulgence, smiles as she sips her drink while Jayce looks on, his hand resting comfortably on her knee.

“This is one of our favorite places to visit,” Summer noted, turning to smile at Jayce.

“And the most expensive,” Jayce joked, Summer reacting by playfully pinching his arm. 

“But…” Jayce leaned in just a little to leave a kiss on Summer’s lips. “… she’s worth every penny and more. Ain’t that right, baby?”

Summer beamed with pride. “Yes, I am.”

Their relaxed smiles and soft laughter fill the space with an easy warmth, reflecting the love they’ve built together.