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"I know you didn't pull this house together all by yourself," Jazzy jested as she pointed at her brother. She had just given herself a tour of the estate, and it was gorgeous. She used to put up a good fight to eventually own either the Hamptons home or the penthouse, but now she had her eye on this home whenever Britain and Priest decided to venture off elsewhere.

"I didn't," Priest confirmed. "I just signed the checks."

Over the course of the few months they had been in Italy, Britain contributed to the decor of the home immensely. He initially envisioned the estate as a bachelor pad. Unbeknownst of him, he would fall in love during his return to New York and have to turn his bachelor pad into a comfort place for his woman as well. Britain had freewill to change and add whatever she liked, and she took full advantage. He had to admit, Britain had turned the estate into a real home, despite it only being the two of them in such a large home.

At Priest's response, Jazzlyn high fived Britain as they laughed. "You did amazing, Brit," she praised her.

"Why thank you," Britain smiled. "Now that you've completed your tour, you can help me in here.” Her smile transitioned to a smirk as she noticed the look of horror that plastered Jazzlyn's face at the thought of helping in the kitchen.

"Brit, I grew up motherless. I never learned my way around the kitchen, and when I was supposed to learn, we had a private chef. I think it's too late to start now." Jazzlyn shook her head while Priest laughed.

"Yo, the deadbeat mom shit only gets you so far with Brit," Priest enlightened Jazzlyn, letting her know that her go-to excuse wouldn't work on his fiancée.

Jazzy let out a light groan before making her way around the island to wash her hands like Britain expected her to. She put Jazzy to work by having her chop and peel potatoes, ignoring her complaints.

"When Ru and Kay come down, tell them to meet me out back, will you?" he requested of Britain.

She nodded her head in response to him. Before exiting the kitchen, he sat a light kiss onto Britain's lips.

"You make him all soft," Jazzy told Britain once Priest made his exit.

"He's always been a nice guy. He just needed a little love," Britain laughed lightly causing Jazzy to agree with a nod of her head.

"It's nice seeing him enjoying the safe space you created for him. Makes me wish I had one of my own,"Jazzy admitted with a smile.

A light breath aired out of Britain. "The older I got, I realized that you don't necessarily need someone to make you happy or bring you peace.”

Jazzlyn pursed her lips before her shoulders shrugged lightly. "I know that, but having someone you can trust without a doubt would be nice. I just feel like I'm never gonna find that person because everyone who comes in my life is just for a season or has motives to get to PJ," Jazzlyn expressed as she continued to cut and peel the potatoes.

Britain felt for her. Jazzlyn lived life differently, and it also didn't help that she had such a rough upbringing. Britain was glad she could be a listening ear instead of someone who would dismiss how Jazzlyn felt due to her being well-off financially.

"You're still incredibly young, Jazzy. In my early twenties, I was a wreck. I gave the wrong people chances only because I feared the thought of being alone. It took years of heartbreak and humiliation to find the love I have now. You just have to take your time through your journey. When that person does come into your life, enjoy it."

As Jazzy listened to Britain, her mind couldn't help but venture off to Cameron. She had yet to tell Britain they had both fallen victim to his bullshit. As much as she wanted to bring it up, she couldn't find it within herself to do so. Britain seemed at peace with how she read him for filth at the boutique back in New York. Resurfacing that while she was in Italy focusing on living a new life would just be awful.

"I appreciate that, Brit. You always know what to say," she expressed her gratitude.

"You're welcome.”

As Britain led the way in the kitchen and Jazzlyn followed helplessly, the two talked about everything they could, really just enjoying each other's company. The guys sat together in the backyard, enjoying the view with rolled joints in hand, discussing the sit-down Kaymen and J'Ru were scheduled to have with the connect.

Eventually, Britain and Jazzy wrapped up dinner. While Jazzlyn set the table, Britain called the men in from the backyard so they could claim their seats. Priest was last to return inside. Before making his way toward the dining room, he turned to face Britain.

"Thank you." He peered down at her with his dark orbs, expressing his gratitude for her making dinner.

Britain smiled up at him as he pulled her close, resting both hands on her rear. "Don't worry about it." She shrugged lightly. "It was fun. I really enjoyed doing something as normal as cooking instead of being served and catered to."

Priest smirked down at her. "I guess you'll be a good housewife after all," he teased her with a laugh.

Britain quickly shook her head. "See, you're pushing it," she warned.

Priest eased up with his jokes as he craned down to meet her for a kiss. Together, they made their way to the dining room hand in hand. Britain made sure everyone was served before claiming her seat. Together, they bowed their heads, allowing Priest to lead the table in prayer. Once they all said amen, they began eating.

"So, you ever coming back to the city or y'all making this move permanent?" Kaymen asked Priest.

As the attention drifted over to Priest, he let out a light sigh. A return to the city wasn't something that had ever been discussed between Priest and Britain, so even she wanted the answer as well. "I don't got the answer to that yet," he admitted and shrugged his broad shoulders.

A scoff escaped J'Ru. "You should probably wait until Sylvia’s old ass dies," he carelessly let out as he took a big bite of the food, earning a spree of laughter from the table.