My sister-in-law had always hated me, but this time she took it to a new level and RUINED my Christmas. While no one noticed, she raised the oven temperature, leaving my precious turkey burnt beyond recognition. I was shattered. But as she laughed, karma delivered her a blow no one expected.
I never thought I’d find myself in the middle of a Christmas Day drama, but here I am. Josh and I had been married for six months, and I knew holiday gatherings with his family were a big deal. Huge, actually. Every decoration had to be perfect, every dish had to be traditional, and every detail had to be just so.
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“Sam, stop fidgeting with the tablecloth,” Josh said, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Everything looks perfect.”
I smoothed my apron for the hundredth time. “I just want it to be right. It’s our first time hosting Christmas dinner.”
“And it will be!” he kissed my temple. “Remember how we first met at the office Christmas party? You organized the whole thing and it was amazing.”
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I smiled at the memory. Two years ago, I was the new marketing director, and he was the CFO who couldn’t take his eyes off me all evening.
Our courtship had been a whirlwind — two years of dating, a romantic proposal at sunset, and a beautiful summer wedding that even his sister couldn’t find fault with.
“Your sister hates me,” I muttered, arranging the silverware one more time.
