The muted chatter of the Sunshine Coffee Shop barely registered with Summer Charter. Outside, the city moved in a blur of commuters and yellow cabs, but her gaze was fixed on the street, her anxiety a knot in her stomach.

Hank Lovell, her boyfriend of four years, was half an hour late. He'd called, promising to be there soon, but 'soon' felt like an eternity when anticipation hummed so intensely in her veins.

She absently fiddled with his leather wallet, left behind after their lunch. It was a simple thing, unassuming. Her long, elegant fingers traced its worn edges before she opened it, revealing a picture in the card slot.

It was them, at university graduation – sparkling eyes, brilliant smiles. A pact made then, to marry. And now, four years later, their wedding date was finally set for July. A warmth spread through her, a soft grin gracing her lips as she admired the photo.

Then, a pink slip of paper, tucked into another slot, caught her eye. She pulled it out, her heart giving a hopeful leap. A certificate of authenticity for a three-carat pink diamond. He was going to propose tonight. Despite setting a date, he'd always wanted to make it official, truly special.

Just as she considered calling him, a familiar figure appeared outside the window. Hank. Relief washed over her, and she rose, ready to wave. But then, another figure materialized beside him. Simone Young, her best friend, clinging to his arm, clad in a silk dress. The world outside the coffee shop seemed to tilt on its axis. Summer froze, her hand dropping slowly.