When I bought my apartment with a rooftop terrace in the heart of the city, I never imagined it would become a battleground. My mother-in-law never liked me, and trust me, the feeling was mutual. So when she demanded to use my rooftop for her birthday party, I refused. But my girlfriend had already agreed—without even asking me. Then, a week before the party, she pulled the most ridiculous stunt: she decided to charge guests a contribution fee, including us, for food and drinks. In my own home. That was the final straw. So on the day of the party, she arrived looking all neat and 'pretty', and never expected this.