The guest suite was a sanctuary of quiet luxury. Spread across the silk duvet were two matching ensembles: white, meticulously tailored, and radiating an air of royal elegance. Levis stood frozen, his eyes wide as he looked from the clothes back to Robert.
"Don't tell me... are we really doing this? Are we getting married tonight?" Levis asked, his voice trembling with a mixture of hope and disbelief.
Robert didn't answer immediately. He was struggling, his jaw clenched as he tried to pull his shirt over his head with his heavily bandaged hands.
"Oh, baby... stop," Levis whispered, moving toward him with practiced tenderness. He gently took over, easing the fabric over Robert's broad shoulders. As the shirt fell away, Levis's fingers brushed against the rough bandages. "Robert, tell me the truth. How did this happen?"
