But then, Lori handed me an envelope. Inside was a bill for $2,145. “It’s, uh, the bill for the party!” she said. My heart sank. She threw me a party I couldn’t afford and expected me to pay for it.

As the party continued, Lori’s wallet fell, spilling cash. I found a bill with a note: “For Christina’s b-day bash! Love, Sarah.” It wasn’t just Lori’s money; everyone had chipped in. “Did everyone chip in for the party?” I asked, showing the bill.

The room erupted in surprise. Lori’s face turned pale. “I was just…holding onto it for safekeeping,” she stammered. I demanded the money be returned. “I’m not paying a cent for this party. Lori, you can return the money to everyone who chipped in.”