I rushed through the front door expecting to find my home being robbed. Instead, I froze when I saw my in-laws standing in the living room beside balloons, catering trays, and several people from Mark’s office. A large banner stretched across the wall congratulating him on his promotion.
Mrs. Dorsey had seen unfamiliar cars arriving and assumed something terrible was happening. She had not realised they were organising a surprise celebration. My father-in-law had booked the spa weekend simply to keep me away while everyone decorated the house.
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