The funny thing about planning is… Val doesn't half-ass anything.
If she decides something's worth doing, she'll flip the whole damn world upside down until it bends her way. And Marina? She's the type to roll her eyes, call her crazy, and then somehow help draw the blueprint for the upside-down world anyway.
That's why the past few days felt like I'd been third-wheeling a relationship I wasn't even part of.
No, scratch that—sometimes it felt like they were the actual couple and I was just… there. The extra. The guy who got invited out of pity.
Because since Wednesday, after the whole "birthday revelation," they've been on turbo mode.
"Venue first," Val had said.
"Food first," Marina had argued.
"Venue."
"Food."
And then, in perfect sync—
"Fine, both."
I'd just sat back, quietly, watching the war break out like a tennis match.
