I Planned a Surprise Party for My Husband, but When He Walked In, Everyone Fell Silent

I Planned a Surprise Party for My Husband, but When He Walked In, Everyone Fell Silent

When Maria planned a surprise party for her husband’s 40th birthday, she didn’t expect to find strangers walking through the door instead of him. The shocking mix-up, involving an unexpected Airbnb booking, turned into an unforgettable night filled with laughter and unexpected guests.

Maria invites everyone to a surprise birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Maria invites everyone to a surprise birthday party | Source: Midjourney

My husband’s 40th birthday was coming up, and I wanted to throw him a surprise party. To prepare for it, I told him I would be out of town on his birthday. We agreed to celebrate on another day instead.

On the evening before the big day, I pretended to pack my bags and leave for the airport. In reality, I stayed overnight at my friend Karen’s house.

Maria at Karen's house | Source: Midjourney

Maria at Karen’s house | Source: Midjourney

“Are you sure this will work?” Karen asked, raising an eyebrow as I stuffed clothes into my suitcase.

“Absolutely,” I replied. “Tom thinks I’m going to visit my sister.”

Karen chuckled. “You’re a sneaky one, Maria.”

Jim arrived at his brother's house | Source: Midjourney

Jim arrived at his brother’s house | Source: Midjourney

The next day, I got up early to make sure everything was perfect. Tom always came home from work around 6 pm, so I invited all of his friends and family over at 5. That way, we’d have time to decorate before he arrived.

By 4:45, people started arriving. His brother, Jim, was first.

“Hey, Maria! Need any help?” Jim asked, carrying a box of decorations.

A box with decorations | Source: Pexels

A box with decorations | Source: Pexels

“Sure, Jim. Can you start hanging these streamers?” I handed him a bundle of blue and gold streamers.

Next came Tom’s best friend, Dave, with his wife, Lisa.

“Wow, you’ve really outdone yourself, Maria,” Lisa said, admiring the decorations.

Hand with balloons | Source: Pexels

Hand with balloons | Source: Pexels

“Thanks, Lisa! Can you guys help with the balloons?” I handed them a bag of balloons.

Everyone pitched in. By 5:30, the living room looked amazing. Blue and gold streamers hung from the ceiling, and balloons were everywhere. A big banner that read “Happy 40th, Tom!” stretched across the wall.

Guests gathering in the kitchen | Source: Pexels

Guests gathering in the kitchen | Source: Pexels

At 5:45 p.m., I gathered everyone in the kitchen.

“Okay, everyone, Tom will be here soon. Let’s turn off the lights and hide,” I said, feeling the excitement build.

We all found spots behind the kitchen counter and other hiding places. My heart was racing as we waited in the dark. I held my breath when I heard the key turn in the lock.

Lights off with an open door | Source: Unsplash

Lights off with an open door | Source: Unsplash

The door opened, and I heard footsteps. But then I heard a woman’s voice.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” the voice said.

My heart dropped. Who was she? For a moment, I thought Tom was cheating on me.

The lights flicked on, and the whole room gasped.

Couple with suitcases | Source: Midjourney

Couple with suitcases | Source: Midjourney

Standing in the doorway was a young couple, looking just as shocked as we were. The woman had a suitcase in her hand, and the man was holding a set of keys.

“Who are you?” I blurted out, stepping forward.

The woman’s eyes widened. “Who are we? Who are you?” she exclaimed.

Shocked woman | Source: Pexels

Shocked woman | Source: Pexels

Jim stepped out from behind the counter. “We’re here for a surprise party. Who are you guys?”

The man looked around, bewildered. “We rented this house on Airbnb. We were supposed to stay here for a few days.”

I felt the color drain from my face. “Airbnb? This is our house!”

Woman covers her mouth with a hand | Source: Pexels

Woman covers her mouth with a hand | Source: Pexels

Dave scratched his head. “Tom must have listed it after Maria said she was going out of town.”

The woman looked at me sympathetically. “Oh my gosh, we had no idea. We’re so sorry. We’ll leave right away.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” I said quickly, trying to keep the situation calm. “Let’s just figure this out.”

Woman comforts her friend | Source: Pexels

Woman comforts her friend | Source: Pexels

The young couple, still looking confused, stepped inside and closed the door. Everyone was murmuring, trying to piece together what was happening.

Karen came over to me. “Maria, what’s going on?”

“I have no idea,” I whispered back. “Tom must have put the house on Airbnb when I told him I’d be out of town.”

Sad woman with her head in her hands | Source: Pexels

Sad woman with her head in her hands | Source: Pexels

Tom’s sister, Susan, walked up to the couple. “Hey, why don’t we all sit down and talk this through?”

We all moved to the living room, the decorations and party supplies now feeling strangely out of place. The young couple introduced themselves as Jake and Emily.

“We’re really sorry about this,” Jake said. “We thought the house was empty.”

People talking over dinner | Source: Unsplash

People talking over dinner | Source: Unsplash

Emily nodded. “Yeah, we didn’t mean to crash your party.”

I forced a smile. “It’s not your fault. This is just a big misunderstanding.”

I pulled out my phone and called Tom. He answered on the second ring.

“Hey, honey! I thought you’d be on your flight by now,” he said cheerfully.

Happy man talks on the phone | Source: Pexels

Happy man talks on the phone | Source: Pexels

“Tom,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “did you list our house on Airbnb?”

There was a pause. “Uh, yeah. I figured since you were going to be out of town, we could make a little extra money.”

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. “Tom, I’m not out of town. I was planning a surprise party for you. And now we’ve got a house full of guests and a couple who thought they rented our place.”

Shocked man on the phone | Source: Pexels

Shocked man on the phone | Source: Pexels

Tom’s silence was palpable. “Oh no, Maria, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

I looked at Jake and Emily, who were sitting awkwardly on the couch. “What do we do now?”

Tom sighed. “I’m on my way home. We’ll sort this out.”

I hung up and turned to everyone. “Tom’s coming home. We’ll figure this out when he gets here.”

Maria tells her guests everything will be alright | Source: Midjourney

Maria tells her guests everything will be alright | Source: Midjourney

Jake stood up. “We can find another place to stay. We don’t want to ruin your party.”

Lisa shook her head. “No, stay. We’ve got plenty of food and drinks. Join us.”

Emily smiled hesitantly. “Are you sure?”

Girls having fun at a party | Source: Unsplash

Girls having fun at a party | Source: Unsplash

“Absolutely,” I said. “The more, the merrier.”

Tom arrived about fifteen minutes later, looking sheepish. He walked in and immediately apologized to everyone.

“I’m really sorry about this,” he said. “I was just trying to save up some money for a vacation for Maria and me.”

House party | Source: Pexels

House party | Source: Pexels

Susan laughed. “Well, you certainly surprised us, Tom.”

Jake and Emily ended up staying, and the party went on. They were great sports about the whole situation, and soon everyone was laughing and having a good time.

Golden birthday party | Source: Pexels

Golden birthday party | Source: Pexels

“Cheers to unexpected guests and surprise parties,” Dave toasted, raising his glass.

“Cheers!” we all echoed, clinking our glasses together.

Couple holding sparklers | Source: Pexels

Couple holding sparklers | Source: Pexels

As the night went on, I couldn’t help but smile. Despite the chaos, it turned out to be a night we would never forget. And as for the vacation, Tom and I would definitely be taking one, with a story to tell for years to come.

My Stepmom Covertly Called Off My Prom Hair Appointment to Spoil My Evening – Yet She Was Stunned When a Limousine Arrived for Me

Yeah, that woman cannot stand me.

It all started 7 years ago, after my mom passed away from a cold that just wouldn’t go away. Before I knew it, my dad was seeing Carla, and a year later, he married her.

“Your father doesn’t waste any time, does he?” my aunt sniffed on the day of the wedding. “And who is Carla anyway? She’s nothing compared to your mom!”

Carla was fine at first. I mean, she tried hard to get me on her side. But slowly, the passive-aggressive jabs started piling up. I remember once, I caught her staring at me.

“You look too much like your mother, Emily,” she said. “It actually pains me to look at you. No wonder your father gives Mason more attention. He’s closer to Mason right now, isn’t he?”

I sighed and ignored her, trying not to let her words get to me.

My dad, of course, didn’t notice a thing. It was like he couldn’t—or just wouldn’t—see how Carla treated me. And she loved that. She loved being the only one ready to taunt me.

Anyway, fast forward to prom season. Like every other girl in my class, I was dreaming of the perfect night. I saved up enough babysitting money for months to buy a gorgeous violet dress.

I couldn’t help but wish that my mother was around to spend these moments with me.

But that’s why I chose the violet dress. It was her favorite color.

Prom was going to be my night. I just knew it.

Whenever I thought about it, I just felt like something magical was going to happen at prom. To make myself feel even better, I booked a hair appointment at a fancy salon. All my friends were going there too.

Everything was set.

But then the big day came, and Carla made sure to ruin it.

I went to the salon, all excited, but when I got there, the receptionist looked at me, confused.

“Emily? Are you sure?” she asked, looking at her computer screen. “Zelda told me that you canceled?”

“I didn’t!” I exclaimed. “Why would I? Prom is this evening!”

“Calm down, honey,” the receptionist said. “I’ll get Zelda.”

I waited impatiently while she went to get the hairdresser. Finally, they returned.

The hairdresser looked uncomfortable.

“I got a call earlier today saying that you wanted to cancel your appointment, Emily. I assumed that it was your Mom?”

My heart dropped. Canceled? How? I didn’t cancel it! What mom?

I was still processing everything when I looked over and saw her.

Carla.

Sitting there, getting her hair done. Of course.

She saw me and just smirked, her eyes cold as steel. Carla had canceled my appointment.

“Is there any way that you could still schedule me in?” I asked Zelda.

She shook her head sadly.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “When your appointment was canceled, a woman called in and booked her own. All of our slots are taken. I’m sorry, honey.”

I stood there in shock. So, Carla had called pretending to be me? Pretending to be my mom? And then she took my appointment so that she could watch me be disappointed?

Sick.

I barely managed to keep it together as I ran out of the salon, my head spinning. I felt nauseous.

My perfect prom? It was just falling apart around me. By the time I got home, I locked myself in my room, tears pouring down my face.

I sat at my dressing table trying to fix my hair on my own, but nothing looked good. I felt stupid for telling Carla my plans in passing.

See what had happened?

I looked at my dress, hanging off a hanger.

I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to go to prom anymore.

I sat there, looking at my makeup sitting on my dressing table and wondered if it was even worth it. I mean, what was the point? I was already upset and didn’t feel like anything good was going to come from this.

Suddenly, I heard this loud honking outside. I ignored it at first, thinking it was just a random car.

A teenage girl’s dressing table | Source: Midjourney
A teenage girl’s dressing table | Source: Midjourney

But it didn’t stop.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and dragged myself to the window, fully expecting to see commotion on the road. But when I looked out, my jaw dropped.

A glossy black limousine was parked in front of our house.

I thought it was some sort of mistake. There was no way that the car was for me. My friends’ parents had said no when we first talked about it months ago. But still, I ran downstairs.

I stood at the doorway, waiting for something to happen. The driver stepped out and walked up to our front door. My dad, who had been as clueless as ever during all of this, stood on our porch, looking as confused as I felt.

“I’m here for Miss Emily, sir,” the driver said, holding out a small card.

Miss Emily? Me?

“She’s right here,” my dad said, nodding to me.

I hesitantly took the card from my dad’s hand and opened it. Inside, written in neat handwriting, were the words:

To my beautiful sister, Emily. I know you’ve had a rough time lately, but you deserve the best night ever! Enjoy the limo, and don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been saving all my birthday and Christmas money.

Have a magical night, sis.

Love, Mason.

Mason? My 11-year-old brother did this?

I burst into tears all over again, but this time from pure shock and gratitude. I ran upstairs to find Mason in his room, grinning like he’d just pulled off the ultimate prank.

“I heard Mom on the phone this morning,” he said, shrugging like this wasn’t a big deal. “I knew that it wasn’t fair at all.”

Turns out that he had overheard Carla canceling my hair appointment, and in true little brother fashion, took matters into his own hands.

“But did you really use your money?” I asked him, feeling horrible.

“Not really,” he grinned. “See, Mom has been saving up money to buy some fancy diamond necklace. She’s been showing Dad the necklace, hoping that he would get it for her. But he said no.”

Good for you, Dad, I thought.

“Anyway, after I heard her phone call, she left home. So, I took some of the money from her stash, and went to Mr. Johnson next door. He owns the limo company, remember?”

But Mason didn’t stop there.

“There’s more, Em,” he said. “Mrs. Evans, from across the road? Her daughter is a stylist at the mall. She’s coming here to do your hair and makeup soon.”

Just as the words left his mouth, the doorbell rang.

“That should be her!” Mason said. “Go wash your face, I’ll send her up.”

When did Mason grow up? I wondered as I did what he said.

Twenty minutes later, I went from crying in my bedroom to looking like a princess. I just wished my mom was around to fuss over me. To take endless photos and tell me how proud she was of me. I wanted a hug from her more than anything.

But still, Mason had saved prom!

When Carla drove into our driveway, I was already outside, stepping into the limo like a movie star. Her jaw dropped. And she got out of the car and just stood there, stunned.

Her face? Oh my God. I wish I had a picture of her expression. I would have stuck it on my mirror!

“Richard? Did you do this?” I heard her shriek to my father before the driver closed the door.

Moments later, the driver whisked me away.

Prom was everything I had hoped for. When I arrived at the hall in the limo, heads turned. I was glowing, and I knew it. For the first time in a long time, I felt like my mom was right there with me.

The whole night was pure magic. Dancing, laughing with my friends, and just forgetting all the drama at home.

As for Carla, I hope she learned a lesson. You can’t mess with someone’s joy and get away with it… especially if your son is going to come in and save the day!

What would you have done?

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