Winter quickly pulls back from the kiss, paling a little. “What are you doing here? You were supposed to be on tour in London.” Derek shrugs; he’s a handsome man, his build thin but laden with lean muscle. “I thought I’d pay my bride to be a surprise visit.” Winter smiles, smoothing the dress over her arm. They begin to engage in small talk about music and England; Winter laughs and puts a hand on his arm.