I thought I had crafted the perfect lie—charming stories of rural life that my boss adored. But when he decided to visit for Christmas, I faced a nightmare: exposing my truth or pulling off the biggest act of my life. I never expected what happened next.
My journalism career was built on an illusion. Each week, I spun tales of rustic charm—freshly baked pies cooling on the windowsill, clucking hens in the yard, and crisp mornings spent in nature.
But the truth?
I lived in a cramped city apartment where the closest thing to a farm was a carton of organic eggs in my fridge.
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Everything changed when I opened a letter from my editor, Steven. His words made my stomach churn:
“My wife and I will join you for Christmas. It will be the perfect way to prove your column’s authenticity!”
My pulse quickened, and the walls of my tiny office seemed to close in. Refusing wasn’t an option. Steven was the reason my career had flourished. Disappointing him would mean risking everything.
Still, how am I supposed to transform my fabricated stories into reality?
After hours of frantic searching, I found a rental in Vermont. The photos showed a quaint little house, perfect for the backdrop of my rural fairytale.
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The owner, Mrs. Ruth, responded to my inquiry with short, clipped messages, but I was too desperate to care.
When I arrived, Mrs. Ruth greeted me at the door with a look that could curdle milk.
She held out the keys without a smile. “Don’t ruin anything.”
“Thank you for letting me rent the house. I’ll take good care of it.”
“City folks always say that. We’ll see.”
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Her words felt like a slap, but I couldn’t afford to waste energy sparring with her. Instead, I took the keys and stepped inside.
Dropping my bags, I took a deep breath. I had just a few days to turn this cold, skeptical house into the picture-perfect life Steven expected.
And Mrs. Ruth? She’d better stay out of my way.
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***
The house was a disaster, and Christmas was creeping closer with every tick of the old clock in the corner. Dust coated the furniture, cobwebs clung to the corners, and the kitchen looked like it hadn’t been touched in years.
I had just started scrubbing the floors when there was a knock at the door. Wiping my hands on my jeans, I opened it to find an older couple bundled in thick coats, their faces lit with friendly smiles.
“Welcome to the neighborhood!” the woman chirped, holding out a plate of cookies. “I’m Helen, and this is my husband, Tom. We live just down the road. Thought we’d stop by and see if you needed anything!”
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I hesitated, glancing at the cookies, then at their eager faces. “Thanks, but I’m good.”
Tom smiled warmly. “If you need help with anything, just holler. This old place can be a handful.”
“That’s very kind, but I’ve got it covered. I don’t have time for small talk.”
I stepped back and started to close the door. Their smiles faltered as the door clicked shut.
But it wasn’t over. The next time I went out for supplies, another neighbor stopped me on the porch. Then another. Everyone seemed eager to meet the “new girl,” and all I wanted was to be left alone.
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“Why can’t people mind their own business?” I grumbled, unpacking a box of decorations.
I held up a garland of artificial pine and squinted at the fireplace. “This’ll have to do.”
Then I turned to the tiny, lopsided tree I’d hauled in.
“Okay, little tree, let’s make you sparkle,” I murmured, balancing a red-and-gold ball on its sparse branches. “Perfectly rustic. Steven and his wife won’t know the difference. Right? Right.”
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But the decorations were the least of my problems. The appliances in the house seemed to have declared war on me.
“Come on, fridge,” I groaned, tugging it open as it let out a deep, ominous wheeze. “You can’t quit on me now. Just make it through the week, okay?”
And the oven? The moment I turned it on, it groaned like some tortured soul. Still, I pressed on, determined to prove I could bake at least one decent pie. But twenty minutes later, smoke poured out of the oven.
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“No, no, no!” I yelled, grabbing a towel and frantically waving it at the smoke detector. I flung open the windows, coughing as the kitchen filled with gray clouds.
As if that wasn’t enough, the chickens I’d impulsively bought for authenticity were causing chaos.
“Come back here!” I shouted, lunging at a feathery blur darting through the yard.
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My boots slipped on the frost-covered ground, and I landed flat on my back. Lying there, staring up at the cold, gray sky, I started to laugh. It wasn’t funny, but the absurdity of my situation felt like the only thing keeping me from crying.
That’s when I saw her. Rebecca.
She stood in the neighboring yard, her coat pristine, her hair perfect despite the wind. She was talking to Mrs. Ruth, who leaned casually on the fence.
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Rebecca’s eyes met mine, and a smirk spread across her face. She waved.
“Kate. Having fun?”
My stomach dropped. Failure wasn’t an option. Not with Rebecca watching, waiting for me to crumble. That was a game, and I wanted to win even if the odds were stacked against me.
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***
The sound of a car pulling up in the driveway made my heart skip a beat. I smoothed down my sweater and glanced around the room, praying it looked presentable. Steven and Emily stepped through the door moments later, their smiles warm and expectant.
“Steven! Emily! Welcome!”
Steven gave a quick nod of approval as he surveyed the room. “This is fantastic, Kate. That is exactly what I imagined from your columns. You’ve outdone yourself.”
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Emily smiled, taking in the decorations. “It’s so cozy. The perfect country Christmas vibe.”
I breathed a quiet sigh of relief just as another car door slammed outside. Before I could wonder who else might be arriving, the door opened again.
“Hello, hello!” Mrs. Ruth called cheerfully, her arm looped through Rebecca’s as they entered like co-conspirators.
I blinked, momentarily stunned. “Mrs. Ruth? Rebecca? What are you doing here?”
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“Oh, didn’t you know?” Rebecca said with mock innocence, unwinding her scarf and stepping further inside. “Mrs. Ruth and I ran into each other yesterday. Turns out she’s an old family friend. We were chatting, and she mentioned this gathering. Naturally, we thought we’d stop by and join the festivities.”
Mrs. Ruth nodded, her face a picture of false sincerity.
“Rebecca told me all about how you work together, Kate. Isn’t it wonderful when professional and personal worlds overlap? I just couldn’t resist coming to meet your boss and his lovely wife.”
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Steven, ever polite, extended his hand. “Mrs. Ruth, nice to meet you. And Rebecca… This is a surprise but a pleasant one.”
Mrs. Ruth continued, “I taught her everything I know. It’s amazing what a city girl can learn when she puts her mind to it.”
That was no coincidence. Rebecca was using Mrs. Ruth to corner me, and it was working.
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Steven chuckled, oblivious to the tension. “Is that true, Kate? You always make it sound so easy in your columns.”
I swallowed hard, feeling the walls close in. “Oh, well, you know… practice makes perfect.”
Then came the final blow. Mrs. Ruth clapped her hands and announced, “I’ve invited the neighbors for a little holiday gathering. It’ll be just like the Christmases you write about, Kate!”
My heart sank. The neighbors. They remembered how I had brushed them off, they’d let me live it down.
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In the kitchen, I cornered Mrs. Ruth. “Why would you do this? I paid you to rent this house, not interfere!”
“Rebecca paid me more. And honestly, you needed to be taken down a peg. Your type always does.”
Her words stung, but I didn’t have time to dwell on them. The neighbors arrived shortly after, filling the house with curious stares and whispered judgments. Rebecca’s triumphant smirk followed me everywhere.
I couldn’t take it anymore. “Everyone. I need to tell you something.”
And then I told them the truth.
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***
To my surprise, Mrs. Ruth spoke first.
“Well, I suppose I owe everyone an explanation,” she said, glancing around the room before settling her gaze on me. “I took Rebecca’s money. She wanted me to help expose you. At first, I thought it would be… entertaining. But the truth is, I’ve seen how hard you’ve worked these past few days. And I’ll admit, Kate, you surprised me.”
I looked up, stunned. Mrs. Ruth’s expression had shifted; there was a glimmer of respect in her eyes.
Steven broke the tension with a hearty laugh.
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“Well, I can’t say this is the Christmas I expected, but I’ll tell you what—it’s been unforgettable. You should write about it in your column.”
Emily joined in, smiling warmly. “Kate, what matters isn’t the image you’ve created. It’s the honesty you just showed. That’s what people connect with.”
Across the room, Rebecca’s smirk wavered. “I just thought people deserved to know the truth.”
Mrs. Ruth stepped in again. “Oh, they know the truth now. And I have an idea! Why don’t we use Rebecca’s generous donation to throw a real Christmas party? We can make this holiday memorable for all the right reasons.”
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The neighbors murmured their approval, and soon, the tension melted into something warmer. Apologies were exchanged, laughter filled the room, and the evening turned into a celebration.
That night, I sat by the fire, reflecting on everything that had happened. I didn’t have to pretend anymore.
Though my time in Vermont was short, it changed something in me. The experience left a mark that wouldn’t fade. I felt ready to embrace who I truly was.
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