At my wealthy sister-in-law Isla’s lavish Halloween party, she kicked my family out for wearing matching Superman costumes, claiming it would “confuse” the guests. This power play sparked an epic public revenge.
I should have seen the signs when my mother-in-law, Brenda, frowned at our costumes in the store, suggesting something more “sophisticated.” My husband Dan, the black sheep of his affluent family, and I had dealt with their snobbery since we married. But our boys were excited about being superheroes, so we pushed forward.
When we arrived at Isla’s party, her designer Superwoman costume and those of her family overshadowed ours. With her trademark venom, she told us we had to leave to avoid confusion. That’s when I snapped.
I rallied the boys and suggested we hit the downtown Halloween festival instead. We ended up having a blast—games, face painting, and delicious treats—far better than Isla’s stuffy gathering.
Days later, my friend Julia, who catered Isla’s party, revealed that Isla had planned the whole thing to humiliate us. Fueled by this revelation, I rented a billboard showcasing our joyful family photo with the caption, “The Real Super Family: No Villains Allowed.”
The town buzzed with gossip, and even Dan’s family found it amusing. As we played superheroes in our yard, I realized that despite Isla’s wealth, our family’s love made us truly super.
