“Are you sure about this, Nelly?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, searching her eyes for any hint of doubt.

“Babe…” she sighed, pressing her palm to her chest like she was swearing an oath, dramatically. “You overthink too much. This is my decision, and I’m a thousand percent sure.”

I hummed, biting my lower lip. “If you insist, then… what time tomorrow?”

“Well,” she hesitated, then shrugged, “the birthday party starts at four p.m., actually. You can come ...