“Stop acting like this is some betrayal,” Elliot snaps, his voice rising. “It’s one night, and I’m not going to stand here and explain myself like I’m a child.” He scoffs, pacing. “This is the last night I’ll ever be a free man, and I’m taking it—whether you like it or not.” His eyes harden when he looks at you. “I’m exhausted from walking on eggshells around you, from turning every little thing into a problem.” He shakes his head sharply. “If planning a wedding means I have to give up even this, then maybe we’re not ready for one at all.”