Nicole strutted into the rental shop like she owned the place, her sunglasses still perched dramatically on her face.
I followed her, shaking my head, wondering why the hell I had chosen her as my secret accomplice for this.
The shop itself was small but packed with everything from party decorations to full event setups.
Shelves were overflowing with string lights, projectors, oversized beanbags, and speakers. A grumpy-looking man stood behind the counter, barely glancing up as we walked in.
Nicole turned to me, looking dead serious. "Okay. We need to be efficient."
I raised an eyebrow. "Efficient?"
"Yes," she nodded, eyes scanning the shop. "We have limited time, and I refuse to let you ruin Layla's Valentine's Day with bad planning."
"I—excuse me," I scoffed. "I have an amazing plan."
"Uh-huh." She smirked. "Which you came up with only because I saved you."
