When Jazmarae moved to New Orleans she barely knew anyone. In fact, the only people she had met prior was a small group of musicians that she toured with the summer before. Of those musicians was a kind soul named Peter Varnado. Peter took pity on Jaz not having any friends and invited her out to a musical showcase. He told her it would be a great place for her to meet people and also asked if she could take photos of his band. A bit hesitant but incredibly optimistic, Jaz agreed. Little did she know Peter happened to be playing with a group called, "T.Pol in America." This jazz-funk quintet led by dutch bassist Thomas Pol captivated her. She could hardly keep her eyes off of the front man. A fact which is substantiated by the exponential amount of photos taken of him verses the other members of the group. This story may seem familiar. Girl goes to show, girl develops huge crush on boy in band, boy doesn’t notice her, girl goes home alone. However, this particular tale ends quite differently. After the band's last song Thomas put his instrument down and looked out into the crowd. Ignoring familiar faces and the buzz of compliments, he walked directly to a stranger, Jaz. He smiled, reached out his hand and said, "Hey, thanks for taking photos, I'm Thomas Pol...." she took his hand, smiled, and said, "Nice to meet you, I'm Jaz."

For Jazmarae’s 30th birthday, Thomas took her to Provence, France. He made reservations for dinner at a tiny restaurant, about a ten-minute walk from their campsite. During the walk the sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue throughout the tiny town. Against a small villa, they spotted a lavender bush with bright orange butterflies buzzing around it. In typical Jaz fashion, she stopped to take photos of the butterflies. Snapping away, she heard Thomas say, “Hey, there’s a really beautiful one over here.” As Jaz turned to look, there was no butterfly, but instead a kneeling Thomas with a rose-shaped ring box. He opened the box to reveal a vintage engagement ring and asked, “Jazmarae Cathiana Beebe, will you marry me.”