A dating reality show decided to come all the way to our mountain town for filming, and they needed a guide. As the only college graduate in the entire town, the responsibility naturally fell on my shoulders. I had planned to quietly fulfill my duty, but who knew that one of the female contestants just had to make trouble? My family has been wealthy for generations, but did I say anything about it? Seriously, in this day and age, why judge people by their looks? Dating reality shows sure have become wild these days. Instead of staying in the comfort of the city, they just had to come out to our little Appalachian town to stir things up. They set up tents, built a campfire, and watched the stars—trying to get all romantic. But after all their fussing, they realized they hadn’t planned one crucial thing for tomorrow—getting a tour guide. How were they supposed to manage without a guide? It’s the middle of nowhere; if someone gets lost in these mountains, it’d be a disaster. The director spent half the day explaining to Mr. Carter, our mayor, what exactly they needed. And boy, were their requirements high. “Not too rustic, not too plain,” they said, because, after all, it’s a dating show. “Preferably someone with a bit of education,” the director added. “You never know when the couple might get awkward when they’re alone. That’s when the guide can jump in and save the day.” And so, as the only college graduate in town, I was handed the glorious task of being their guide. Mr. Carter found me napping on the old country bed in my house, dreaming of handsome guys. But the moment I laid eyes on Ethan Williams, I knew that dream was over. Brittany Ross, the woman paired with Ethan, instantly hated me. Especially after she caught me smiling like a lovestruck fool at her partner. Her eye-roll was so dramatic I thought her eyes might fall out. “This girl from the mountains isn’t what I expected,” she said, covering her mouth, half-laughing. “Look at her; she’s not even shy around handsome guys. Last time I was here, the girls would blush the moment they saw a guy.” Her snide tone didn’t faze me. I tilted my head, looking innocently at her, and asked, “Oh, have you been to the mountains before, sister?” “Couldn’t find love last time, so you’re trying again?” I said, as sweet as sugar. As soon as I spoke, not just the crew, but even the usually stoic Ethan glanced over. I kept my wide-eyed, innocent look, staring at Brittany. After all, the mountain air here keeps us looking young, and my plain clothes only made me seem more like the sweet, innocent type. Brittany’s face turned every shade between green and white—a sight to behold. “What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Don’t you have any respect for others?” Oh, here we go. I wasn’t about to take that hit. I immediately put on a sad face, looking like I was about to cry. “Hey, hey, what’s this about? I didn’t bully you!” Brittany took a step back, startled. “I just think Brittany’s right,” I said, my voice small and trembling. “I really shouldn’t have spoken like that.” I pouted, looking as pitiful as possible. “I’ve heard my dad say that it’s hard for women in the city to find a good match these days. It’s not just about themselves; it’s about family background and education too.” “I mean, did I just ruin your chance to fall in love with Ethan?” I asked, glancing directly at him. Ethan’s eyes sparkled. He must have stifled a laugh earlier, making them shine even more.
I’d already heard about Ethan Williams before the crew even made it up the mountains. Honestly, it was because of him that I decided to stay in the mountains for this break before school started. Because, let’s face it, he’s gorgeous. “So, you’re really staying in the mountains for some pretty boy?” my dad asked when he heard I was interested in a guy. He stayed up all night, having someone investigate Ethan’s background. He’s the son of a rich family, Ivy League-educated, and handsome to boot. He was only on this dating show because it was a family project, just there to make an appearance. But to my dad, he was just some pretty boy who wasn’t good enough for his daughter. “Check him out, sure. Your daughter’s got everything; she just needs a reliable man,” I said. And with that, my dad dropped the subject, even thinking I had a point. “Fine, but when the crew leaves, someone’s gotta collect the final payment from them. You can help me with that,” he added. Oh, right, I forgot to mention—the mountains they’re filming on? They belong to my family. It’s land my grandpa left us. After he made his fortune, he stayed in the mountains as a forest ranger, thinking he’d earned enough and didn’t need to work anymore. I grew up here, so I know every inch of these mountains like the back of my hand. But these folks from the city don’t know anything about my background. They think I’m just some lucky kid who managed to escape the mountains for college. So I’ve just laughed off any condescending comments they’ve thrown my way—except for the times when Brittany’s face turned into a full-on color palette of embarrassment. Ethan, on the other hand, was the quiet type. If something didn’t concern him directly, he wouldn’t say a word. But as soon as everyone’s attention shifted away, Ethan suddenly spoke up, “Yeah, finding a good match in the city is tough these days.” I saw his assistant’s jaw drop in surprise. I saw Brittany’s face turn the color of mud. And I saw Ethan flash me a rare, amused smile. I straightened up, feeling a proud sense of victory bubbling inside me. “Well then, I’ll make sure to be more careful next time when talking to you, Brittany.”
I’ve got a sweet tongue and a hardworking attitude. On our tour, I took them to all the scenic spots, saving the crew a ton of time on filming. By lunchtime, the crew liked me so much they’d started slipping me extra snacks. Brittany had been trying to hold in her annoyance all morning, but seeing the crew treat me kindly, her “trouble radar” kicked in. “Oh, I didn’t realize it before,” she said, nodding at her assistant, “but go ahead and give the snacks to little Jessica. These are things you don’t find often in the mountains.” The cameras were rolling, and she acted like some sort of angel. But anyone with half a brain could tell she was trying to embarrass me. I blinked, playing dumb, letting my gaze flick back and forth over the snacks her assistant handed me. “I’ve had these before, Brittany. Is it your first time trying them? How cute!” Brittany’s smile froze on her face. “Uh, no, I have these all the time. I brought them just for you,” she said, her voice faltering. “Oh, no need to make a big deal of it. I eat these all the time too,” I replied, smiling politely. “And wow, Brittany, you’re amazing! Eating snacks like these all the time and still staying in such great shape,” I said, pinching my own stomach with a playful expression, “unlike me.” Brittany forced a laugh. “You’ve got a great figure too.” “Really?” I asked, tilting my head. “I run around these mountains every day, but my figure’s nowhere near as… ordinary as yours.” I gave her a once-over as I said the words “ordinary,” my face scrunched up in mock confusion. Honestly, running around the mountains every day keeps me in way better shape than delicate Brittany could ever hope for. Ignoring Brittany’s expression, Ethan chimed in, sounding curious, “You run around these mountains every day?” I turned to him and nodded, “Yup!” “I heard these mountains are privately owned,” Ethan said, clearly puzzled. “Yep, they are,” I agreed. “They belong to my family.”
The crew fell silent for a few seconds, and everyone stared at me like they’d just learned a huge secret. Even Brittany was too stunned to speak. “Your family’s?” Ethan squinted. “These mountains all belong to your family?” I nodded, standing up and pointing to the farthest peak they could see. “Yup, all of them.” “Feel free to visit anytime. I’ll ask my dad to give you a discount.” I’m probably the first person ever to invite people to visit the mountains for fun. The crew was in shock, and the cameras kept rolling, but they seemed to forget they were filming a dating show. I didn’t mind. Feeling refreshed from the break, I led them to the next scenic spot. “This area’s perfect if you want to set up camp,” I said, gesturing grandly. “Camp? How far is it from the guest lodge? No way I’m staying here overnight,” Brittany piped up before anyone else could speak. She shot me a dramatic eye-roll, like I was the one pushing her to sleep in a tent. What’s her problem? If you don’t want to camp, maybe let the crew know ahead of time instead of throwing a fit at me. Brittany’s complaint left the director a bit speechless. “Brittany, we agreed to camp before we started filming,” the director reminded her. “Who agreed to that? The tent’s just for show, right? This place is crawling with bugs—what if they bite me?” Brittany whined. City folks sure have it rough. I’ve lived here for years and barely get bitten. What, does she have blood that’s special to mosquitoes? I rolled my eyes and sat down, waiting for them to figure it out. I thought it was just a disagreement between Brittany and the crew. But before long, the blame got shifted onto me. “That girl said these mountains are her family’s, right? Can’t she at least arrange for us to stay at the guest lodge?” I glanced at the confused director, unsure how I got dragged into it. Just then, Ethan walked over. “Brittany insists on staying at the lodge. The director says they haven’t booked it for that long, so now she’s blaming you,” he explained. “Ridiculous. Don’t let it bother you,” he added. I didn’t want to deal with it, but even when I stayed quiet, someone always found a way to make it my problem. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Could it be you were lying about everything?” Brittany snapped, hands on her hips. I stood up, brushing off my skirt and smiling confidently. “Fine. You want to stay at the lodge for a few more days? Follow me.”
Our town used to be poor. But once my family became wealthy, we helped our neighbors and lifted everyone into a comfortable middle-class life. So sometimes, I have more pull than even Mr. Carter. A few extra nights at the guest lodge? No problem. Mr. Carter agreed so quickly he didn’t even ask for payment. Brittany got her wish, but I got a bit of praise in front of the crew, making her more irritated than ever. But what could she do? This was my turf, and I had plenty of ways to handle her. After getting Brittany settled, the crew was utterly exhausted. The director, trying to be kind, called it a day and suggested everyone rest. “Is the shoot done for today?” I asked, glancing around, then waved Mr. Carter over. “Yeah, after a whole day of running around, time to get a hot shower and sleep,” the director said, casting a quick glance at Brittany. His message was clear. If it weren’t for her insisting on avoiding the tents, they’d all be resting by now. Just as we finished talking, Mr. Carter drove up in a small bus. “Everyone, hop on. Bring all your gear,” I called out. “All our gear?” the director asked, confused. I nodded with a smile. “I’m taking you somewhere better.” The “better place” was none other than the five-story villa my brother built halfway up the mountain. It’s tucked away and private—perfect for a film crew to relax without being disturbed. When the bus stopped, the director and crew were in awe. “You’ll stay here tonight. There’s a hot spring for soaking in the rooms, and on the second floor, we’ve got a small restaurant. It’s nothing fancy—just simple home-cooked meals, but I hope you don’t mind.” “This… this is your place?” the director asked, his eyes wide with envy.
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