It had only been three months, and yet lifetimes had come to pass. Deacon and Gwen's gazes fell to each other as of they held the capacity to stop time. Those who joined them in their culinary dates were left feeling abandoned by this clearly intense moment, as neither member of either group desired to make that first step forward. In a matter of nine weeks, Deacon's clean cut appearance had been shed, and he now stood before those he used to call friends with a beard. His eyes seemed tired and a smile wasn't in sight, but Gwen knew that was the man she loved with all of her soul-even if she tried to fight it. Yasmine on the other hand had changed from a lowly dancer to a true trophy wife, complete with a double digit carat diamond on her ring finger and expensive clothes that she wore as
