Sakura was still mulling over the events that had occured the previous day at the so-called ball, when she realised, with certain irony, that her birthday party was celebrated at 8pm, and that Naruto would be there again. Of course, that was no big feat--she lived with him, yes, but she was an expert at avoiding him, the best of all. Pushing aside those thoughts, she had prepared herself, as pretty as possible so as to not spur on the rage of one Best Friend Forever, and headed towards the apartment.

Upon arriving, and slipping inside like a professional ninja--there was no such thing as an unlocked door to Sakura--she found herself faced with a whole room of pink. Like a wedding cake. It kind of made her want to run away and hide.

"Ino, you've outdone it."