Tiffany and Jacob are standing at the entrance of Amalfi Cucina, greeting everyone who comes in.

She is wearing a red cocktail dress; her hair twisted up into an elegant bun, while Jacob is wearing his best suit.

Today is an important night, after all.

Jacob’s hand is resting lightly on the small of her back, a gesture both protective and proud.

“Welcome!” Tiffany exclaims, embracing an elderly couple. “We’re so thrilled you could make it, Mr. and Mrs. Rossi.”

Jacob nods, ...