After we moved into our dream home, my husband and I hosted a dinner party.

It had taken us a long time to make it big, and we wanted to celebrate. We went all-out, catering the food from a top-notch place and hiring a ridiculously priced party planner. There was even a pianist playing a rented piano in the background.

The servers were by the door as we answered, greeting the guests with long-stemmed glasses filled with pink champagne. The delectable hors d’oeuvres definitely impressed the guests. In fact, a stuck-up woman from my tennis club snorted, “If the appetizers are so sensational, I can’t imagine what we’re in for when the main course arrives.” Just as she said that, my husband walked into the dining room. “Speaking of mouthwatering, he looks delicious,” the woman added, licking her lips as if he were on the... Read More