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After an hour and a half, Britain finished getting dressed and completing her glam. She descended the staircase just as Jazzy, J'Ru and Kaymen were heading for the door.

"Ouu, you look good," Jazzlyn complimented Britain with a beaming smile.

Britain glanced down at her own outfit briefly before letting out a light laugh. "Thank you. You look good too," Britain returned the compliment, taking note of Jazzy's attire.

Today, Jazzy was clad in a pair of onyx black Alexander Wang shorts, which was matched with a blazer. She strayed away from the traditional style by not wearing anything underneath her blazer, allowing her cleavage to be on full display. Her accessories consisted of her layered diamond-drenched tennisnecklace, Chanel earrings, and her Cartier watch. To bring some color to the look, she stood tall in a pair of red Alexander Wang heels that complimented her cherry red Chanel bag hanging from her shoulder. Her hair was pressed finely and graced down to the small of her back. The crisp middle part she had her hair styled in framed her subtle makeup, which she emphasized with a striking ruby red matte lip combo. She was coming into a new era, and her style was reflecting that.

Before Jazzy could express her gratitude for Britain's compliment, Priest appeared from the entertainment room. His eyes surveyed Kaymen, J'Ru, and Jazzy before he shifted his attention over to Britain. "You look beautiful. You ready?" He held his hand out to Britain, not bothering to acknowledge Jazzy and the men at the door.

Britain thanked him before placing her hand in his with a nod. "Alright, Brit. We're heading out. See you later," Jazzy told her as J'Ru held the door for her to exit the home. Jazzy just wanted to get out of there as soon as she could to avoid Priest getting upset.

The tension between Priest, Jazzy and the guys was thick and almost suffocating. No one said a word to Priest, and Priest didn't bother saying anything to them. Britain felt stuck in the middle, which she hated. "Okay, just be safe… all of you," Britain said as she pointed at the three of them.

"Heard'ju," they all said in unison before heading out the door one after the other. Once the door shut behind Kaymen, Britain heard Priest smack his lips.

"She's ruining her fucking life." He shook his head as he grabbed his keys.

Priest felt as though he was the only one looking at the big picture. Jazzy was young, naive and ignorant when it came to the life she was throwing herself into. This was the wrong move forher, but it seemed like J'Ru and Kaymen were fighting to keep her in that position, despite how bad things could get.

Priest let out a deep breath, releasing himself from the burdening thoughts of his current dilemma. He fixed his attention back onto Britain, holding her hand as he ushered her out of the home. In hopes of clearing his mind and enjoying the great weather, he opted to drive the BMW i8 so he could ride with the top down. He noticed the side-eye Britain was giving him as he led her toward the vehicle. He knew most of the time she had her reservations when it came to him driving the sports car because of how fast he pushed it, but it never really stopped her from actually enjoying the ride and seizing the moment to take all the selfies she could from the passenger seat.

"P, I'm warning you—" Before she could get her empty threat out about him driving recklessly, he interjected her.

"I know, I know,Gioia. We're good," he assured her as he lifted the passenger door up into the air so he could assist her into the car. Once she was seated comfortably, he smirked as he fastened her seatbelt for her, tightening it in the process. This earned a laugh and a giddy smile from her.

From the passenger seat, Britain eyed him as he made his way around to climb into the driver’s seat. Once he was seated next to her, he pressed the button to bring the vehicle to life and let the top down. The smooth engine purred lightly before Priest shifted the gear and began pulling out of their lengthy driveway.

Instinctively, Priest rested his free hand on Britain's thigh as he steered the car out of the gates of the estate. "Where we going?" Britain asked with a cute smile, hoping it would be enough for him to offer details about their destination.

Priest chuckled as he shook his head. It was only a matter of time before she started with her questions. He decided not to give her a hard time like he usually would and be honest withher. "We're about to get you some new flowers since I killed the ones you had at the spot while you were in New York."

At the thought of the dead roses that were still on full display when she arrived back in Italy, Britain burst into laughter. "I left instructions for you so you could keep them alive."

Priest waved her off. "I ain't look at them. I could just buy you some more," he said with his signature shrug.

"I appreciate that," Britain told him as she leaned over the center console and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

For the duration of the ride, Britain did as she always would. She played whatever song best fit the vibe, while documenting everything on her phone through pictures and videos of herself, Priest, and the passing scenery.

She surveyed her surroundings curiously just as Priest halted the vehicle right in front of the valet. Her sharp, perfectly arched brows bumped together in confusion as she angled herself to face Priest. "I thought you said we were going to get flowers?"

Priest nodded his head. "We are," he confirmed before stepping out of the vehicle, handing the keys over to the valet.

He made his way around and assisted Britain out of the vehicle with her hand in his. Still fairly confused and inquisitive about where he was taking her, Britain continued to look around. Amused by how oblivious she was, Priest laughed. It dawned on him at the last minute that Britain couldn't read any of the signs that branded the place due to them all being in Italian. If they were in English, the date would’ve been a dead giveaway. "You ever been to a botanical garden?" Priest questioned her with a light smirk.

Like a child who was full of joy, Britain's face lit up. "No, but you're taking me, right?" She clung to his arm while looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

Priest nodded his head, enjoying her excitement. "Yeah,Gioia.You can get your flowers and have a drink or something,” he shrugged.

Britain tooted her lips up. "You trying to get me to day drink. You think you're slick, P?"

He laughed. "You focused on the wrong thing. I just like seeing you enjoy yourself."

In a sense, Priest lived through Britain. Britain may have thought otherwise, but Priest was really one dimensional when it came to his personality. He was laid back for the most part and never let loose. She, on the other hand, made sure to enjoy herself no matter what. She laughed loudly, made hilarious jokes, never turned down a drink and danced no matter how many people were watching. Priest never found it in himself to do those types of things, so he remained stoic while letting Britain live it up like she always would. The two were a perfect balance.

"Well, thank you, P. You really make me happy." She puckered her lips, indicating that she wanted him to crane down to meet her for a kiss.

Priest granted her the kiss, pecking her lips a few times as well. The couple got through the admission line before stepping through the gates of the garden. Almost instantly, her mouth fell agape as she became mesmerized by the beauty of the landscape. Her dramatics were amusing to Priest, who laughed as he allowed her to lead the way.