Desperate fiancé

As I groggily woke up, still clad in my pajamas with my hair in disarray, I never expected to have any company. Yet, there they were, chatting and laughing like long-lost friends.

"Hey, Elijah, what brings you here?" I asked, attempting to conceal my surprise.

He turned towards me, a smile gracing his face. "I came to apologize, my dear."

"I'm sorry for what I said last night. It was uncalled for, and I deeply regret it," he continued, his eyes filled with sincerity.

His words melted my heart. I could see the truth in his eyes, and I couldn't help but soften towards him.

"Don't worry, Elijah. I forgive you," I replied, offering him a small smile.

Relief washed over him, and then he introduced the man sitting beside him. "Sweetheart, I'd like you to meet our new wedding planner, Mr. Benitez."

I glanced at the man and greeted him with a polite smile. He seemed pleasant enough, but I couldn't shake off the uneasiness that arose from this sudden wedding planning. It felt as if he was over