Then he walked up to me with a big grin and handed me the long-awaited orange box. On it — the logo of a famous brand. I could hardly believe my eyes.

— Go on, open it, — he said, barely holding back his laughter.

With trembling hands, I lifted the lid… and froze.

Inside, there was nothing. No phone, no manual, not even a charger. Just an empty box.

My husband stood next to me laughing loudly, while my mother-in-law filmed my reaction with her shiny new iPhone — the very one that should’ve been inside that box.

— Funny, right? — he said, gasping for breath between laughs.

The guests went silent. An awkward hush filled the room.