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- Fantastic. - Oh, good morning, Jess.

I'll take your things.

- Let the countdown to Christmas begin!

- No, you know, I think I'm okay,

but I appreciate it.

Thank you.

- Great sweater.

- Oh. Oh, thanks.

- Is that alpaca?

- Yeah, it is alpaca. Good eye.

- It's kinda my thing. - Oh.

- Uh, that's me.

- Oh, that's you, huh?

- Uh, not the model.

The sweater. I designed it.

- Oh.

Impressive. Looks cozy.

- It's Sutton's first line of alpaca Christmas sweaters.

- Oh, okay.

- Anyway, uh, we sourced the wool from

a wonderful place upstate, Flannery Farm.

- Flannery Farm?

- You wouldn't have heard of them. They're small-time.

But hopefully not for long.

- Well, that's very admirable of you.

You know, putting a small-time farm on the map like that.

- So, you have a great look.

A little more rugged than a lot of the guys we see.

- Uh... what...

I'm, I'm sorry, what?

- You're a model, right?

You're here for the casting? - A model?

No.

No, no, no, no. - Oh, I'm so sorry.

I just assumed because you're so ha--

- Uh... - Mr. Flannery.

- Yes. - I'm ready for you.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Flannery?

- Andrew Flannery.

- Andrew Flannery of... - Mm-hmm. Flannery Farm.

Small-time. - Hmm.

- But hopefully not for long. - Hmm.

- This is uh, very impressive.

Excuse me.

- Nice one, Jess.

- Ah, fierce outfit, Christmas sweater queen.

- Thanks, Celeste.

I meant it, excellent job on those decorations.

- Oh, thank you.

Now all that's missing is the snow.

- No snow for me this year.

My Christmas will be Italian-style.

Piazza's decked in lights, panettone, pasta. - Oh.

- My whole family's going to Rome for this Christmas reunion.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- Oh, wow. I wish I had your life.

- Celeste, what are those?

- I'm just the intern

taking flawed sweaters to the recycling.

- What's the matter with them? These aren't flawed.

: Flawed?

- Oh no.

- You can't see what's wrong with it?

- It's a beautiful Christmas sweater.

- And how does it feel, Jessica?

- Like luxury alpaca wool.

It feels like joy.

Like being surrounded by your loved ones,

being full of eggnog and turkey dinner.

It feels like Christmas.

I know the yarn size is wrong,

it's not the same as the sample sweater

from the mode photoshoot. - Clearly!

- I looked into it and the mistake was on our end.

We ordered the thicker wool from Flannery Farm.

But it's still a beautiful sweater.

Why don't we just market it as a different,

more cozy Christmas sweater?

- Jessica...

is this from our men's wear line or our women's wear line?

- Women's wear, Gwen.

- Exactly.

A line that produces elegant, feminine clothing

that the Sutton woman may wear to her job as head curator

at that award-winning gallery on Mulberry.

Perhaps upstate for Christmas with the family.

Her sweaters, our sweaters, are made of thinner yarn.

Maybe even lace weight.

They're light, they're draping.

Luxury.

- It may be a heavier yarn,

but it's still a high-end sweater.

- It was a fun experiment, but we're going back to cashmere.

- What? - I just told Mr. Flannery

and obviously, he was not happy,

but his farm simply cannot meet our demands.

I need a replacement immediately.

- There are hundreds of these. That's a terrible waste.

- Welcome to the world of high fashion.

Donatella, I'll have to call you back.

Is the building on fire?

- Christmas sweaters should be sustainable.

When people wear my Christmas sweaters,

I want them to feel the spirit of Christmas,

including the love and care that went into every detail.

I wanna have a positive impact on the world

through what I create. That's why I chose Flannery Farm

to support local, sustainable, and hardworking farmers.

- Hardworking farmers that can't meet the demands

of a luxury brand.

- The world is changing, Gwen,

and I will be on the right side of that change.

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying you need to keep up with the times.

- Keep up with the times?

- There's a competition for emerging designers,

it's called Runway to Christmas.

- I know of it.

- The winner gets a cash prize to create their own line.

Their collection will be in

every Clemington's department store worldwide.

- You are the top Christmas sweater designer

at the hottest label in New York City.

Are you willing to risk that?

This competition is mere weeks away.

When will you even find the time?

- You're right.

I quit.

- You quit your job?

Without consulting your best friend first

and right before Christmas?

- So, I guess you're coming in.

- For this gossip? Uh, yes, I'm coming in.

Babe, what are you gonna do for money? This is New York.

It doesn't pay for itself.

You can come work with me.

Ooh! Oh, my gosh, please come sell houses.

- I'm not gonna become a realtor, Dina.

I have a career that I'm very good at, thank you very much.

I just need-- - A job?

- An opportunity.

And I may have found it.

It's called Runway to Christmas.

It's a fashion competition for new designers.

It'll put me in Clemington's.

- The Clemington's?

Basically, the chicest,

most luxury department store in all of Manhattan?

- And Milan. And London. And Paris.

- When do we start? How long do we have?

So...

that is the thing.

I have to create and design

a six-piece collection and write a manifesto explaining why

the collection embodies the spirit of Christmas because

the fashion show is on December 24th.

- Of next year? - Of this year.

- Ugh! Jessica!

That's in like, less than six weeks!

- It'll be a challenge, yes, but nothing's impossible, Dina.

You know how I am with a deadline.

- But what about Christmas with your family, in Italy?

- But this is my dream, Dina. Ever since I was a little girl,

I've dreamed of creating Jessica Hilliard Christmas the label.

- And you will. If anyone can make this

absolutely impossible thing happen,

it's my amazing, talented, superstar best friend.

Now, what can I do to help?

Do you need a design studio? I'll get you a design studio.

- Actually, I need an alpaca farmer.

- Ooh, I don't rent those.

- I happen to know one whose schedule just freed up.

He owns Flannery Farm, that gorgeous wool I sourced

for that experimental alpaca line that Gwen just kiboshed. - Mm-hmm.

- If I wanna meet this crazy deadline,

working with a farmer that does everything on site

is literally my only option.

- But um, what's with the suitcase?

- Uh, they're not answering my calls but uh,

Flannery Farms is only like, two hours away.

- That's my girl.

Oh, rats. I gotta go. Sorry, babe.

Um, the Property Pals are launching

their sparkling wine tonight. - Ooh!

If this is your dream,

you do whatever it takes to make it happen.

- Hey, this is Andrew Flannery from Flannery Farms.

Please leave a message.

- Hi, um, Andrew.

This is Jess Hilliard calling... again.

You guys gonna help me win the competition?

I'll take that as a yes.

: Give me that carrot.

: Come on! Come! : Oh, that looks like a nice carrot.

I'll take it, thank you very much.

: No, carrots aren't for reindeers.

- This reindeer likes carrots

and if you don't give it to me, I'm gonna throw snow instead. - No!

- Hi there. - Hi!

- Uh, I'm Jess. What's your name? - I'm Georgia.

- Hey, Georgia, honey, why don't you go on and grab a snack?

I'll be in, in a second, okay? - Can't I just stay here?

- Just go in and get a snack. I'll be in, in a second.

- I don't think I ever officially introduced myself.

I'm Jess Hilliard.

- I remember you. - I left you a few voicemails.

I mentioned a competition.

- Yeah, it's a shame you came all the way out here

before I had a chance to call you back.

Um...

I'm not interested.

- Can I just have five minutes of your time?

- Look, I think it's great that you quit Sutton,

but I just don't think this would be uh,

a good partnership.

- I'm sorry for what happened. It... really,

it's... it's why I quit.

- They broke our entire contract because we're not big enough

to replace the orders overnight.

We were counting on that business.

I had to lay off all my staff right before Christmas.

- I didn't know that.

- Now you know. - What if I could help?

- What's this?

- A little gift. You should really start decorating.

Christmas will be here before you know it.

- Well, I love Christmas as much as the next guy,

but I was a little bit busy

supplying fleece for hundreds of sweaters

that are in the trash now.

- I'm going to create a line of Christmas sweaters

that is sustainable and high fashion,

and imbued with the spirit of Christmas,

and I'd like to use your wool.

Fleece.

Wool comes from sheep.

- Oh, in fashion, we just call it wool.

- Wouldn't be the first time fashion got it wrong.

- Fine, fleece.

- Jessica-- - Jess.

- Jess, there have been many before you who have come here

claiming to be different than the others,

and before I know it, they are blending our fleece

with synthetic and slapping a big sustainable sticker

on the even bigger price tag.

Or breaking a contract whenever it suits them,

with zero regard for what that might mean

to small-time guys like us.

So, I'm sorry.

I'm not gonna compromise my family's values

and honestly, I just don't trust you.

- You can trust me.

Let me prove it to you.

- This is cedar. The alpacas can't eat it.

It's toxic. - Oh, I...

I didn't realize.

- I wish you the best of luck, Jess.

Merry Christmas.

- Thank you.

Gorgeous, isn't it?

- It really is.

- I knit it myself.

- You did? - Mm-hmm.

My family's been harvesting, spinning, and dyeing the fleece since 1955.

- Your family...?

- Christine Flannery.

- Jess Hilliard. So, that would make Andrew your...

- He's m'little brother.

You know him?

- I just came from the farm.

We were gonna collaborate on something,

but it looks like that's not gonna happen.

- Yeah, it's a real shame.

That farm's our family legacy and it just breaks my heart.

- What do you mean?

- Oh, he didn't tell you.

Andrew's put the farm up for sale.

- Oh, no. - Yep.

It means a lot to our community.

We've employed local craftsmen for over 60 years.

But we're trying to look on the bright side.

Change can be good.

- Of course.

- After our parents retired,

Andrew took it over with his wife, Emily,

but unfortunately, she passed away a couple of years ago.

- I'm so sorry.

- He's handling it.

He was doing the best he could raising his sweet Georgia and...

keeping the farm afloat.

- I'll take it. - Ah! Wonderful.

- Nanaimo.

Does that mean this yarn came

from this particular alpaca? - That's right!

Nanaimo's fleece makes the softest yarn.

- Ah, that's so cute.

Ah, I'll take this too.

- Fabulous.

- Christine, what if I told you

there's a chance I could help save Flannery Farm?

- What do you mean?

- I'm entering a competition that offers a huge cash prize.

If you could help me convince Andrew to take a chance on me,

I promise I would split the prize with him

and I can guarantee enough orders to keep the farm going.

- That's a pretty big promise.

- The winner gets a contract with Clemington's.

Worldwide.

- I'm in.

Keeping the farm in the family

would mean the world to me.

What can I do to help?

- I work for a company that broke Andrew's trust

and now that I'm on my own, I really need to get it back.

- Ugh. Andrew's big on trust.

I mean, he can be pretty set in his ways.

- I don't think he believes I genuinely wanna help.

- Hmm. And he's not big on accepting help from others.

I offered to stop by

with Christmas decorations just yesterday, and he shut me down.

And he's out all day today!

I have half a mind to drive over there and put them up myself.

- Yeah, I brought him this gorgeous Christmas wreath

and he just gave it back to me. - Oh!

Eh, he does the best he can. For Georgia. But...

between you and me, I don't think Christmas has felt

the same at the farm since Emily passed.

- Did you say he's out all day?

- Hmm.

- Whoa!

- What? - Aunt Christine,

it's beautiful!

Jess! You came back.

- I did.

- You did.

Christine?

- I believe the words you're looking for are "thank you"?

- Thank you. But what is all this?

- It's Christmas.

And Christmas is about helping

one another out when they're in need.

- Uh-huh. : Hey, uh Georgia,

help your aunt out with these decorations, will ya?

- Okay!

- Christine told me you have to sell the farm.

- Uh-huh. She did.

Yeah, I actually just got an offer on it. Good one too.

- Before you accept that, can you please just hear me out?

- Okay. - It's clear this place means a lot to your community,

to the legacy of your family, to you.

I'm asking you to give it one last chance.

If we win this competition,

I promise I will split the prize money with you

and I can guarantee enough orders to keep the farm running.

- I can't make a decision-- - And...

you'll get to spend this Christmas,

and many more Christmases here, on your beloved farm.

You don't give up, do you?

- I really, really don't.

- Look, I can't even afford to hire my farm hands back.

- That's where I step in.

- Excuse me?

- I know I don't exactly scream Old MacDonald,

but I work hard.

I will learn. We only need enough fleece for me to create

six pieces for the competition.

- Jess, I don't think you understand.

This is very grueling work to undertake.

I mean, there's things I don't even have time

to show you how to do. - Great.

While you do those, I can focus on bringing

a little Christmas joy to Flannery Farm.

- Christmas joy?

- What do you say, Mr. Flannery?

- Please, Dad?

- What do you have to lose, baby brother?

- Let me prove myself.

Just give me a tiny window to do that

and I will bring my A-game.

- Okay, look, I have until Friday

to accept the offer on the farm,

so you have that long to show me

that this could actually work.

100% sustainable.

Farm raised, local fleece, no blends.

Can you promise me that?

- No blends. I promise.

- Deal.

- Yes!

- You won't regret this. - Are you okay?

- Okay.

Does anyone know of a hotel around here?

- Why doesn't she stay in the guest house?

- Oh, that's okay. - Nonsense.

Hey, uh, Georgia, why don't you show Jess around?

- Okay!

Follow me, Jess.

Thanks for decorating our house. - Of course!

- Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help me with this planters?

- How did you get involved with this?

- Uh, I always find a way.

- Yeah, you always find a way.

- You deserve a second chance.

And I know you don't wanna leave the farm, Andrew.

I have a good feeling about Jess.

She's... she's really...

determined.

- You mean stubborn. - Hmm, it takes one to know one.

- Ha-ha-ha.

- Good morning! - Hmm. Morning.

- Wow.

Georgia, did you make these?

- I did.

- That's a beautiful Christmas tree.

Where are the rest of the decorations?

- Sorry, Georgia, honey,

I told you I'd bring them from the attic.

Must have forgotten.

- That's okay, Daddy.

We have lots of time before Christmas.

- That's very true.

And in the meantime, some candy canes for you.

- Daddy, can I? - Honey, it's 7 a.m.

- Please, Dad. It's Christmas.

Just one.

- Okay, just one because it's Christmas.

- Thank you, Daddy! And thank you, Jess.

- Yeah... thank you, Jess.

You want some porridge? - Oh.

Yes, please.

- There ya go. - Thank you.

- Welcome.

- Why aren't you with your mom and dad?

- Uh, because I wanna be here on the farm helping you guys.

It's okay, though. There's always next year.

- You deserve a candy cane.

So, when does work start?

- Two hours ago.

- You're not gonna work in that outfit, are you?

: Come on, you're good.

Ah!

Much, much better.

- I'm not convinced.

- Well, you will be once you're wrestling an alpaca.

- Pardon me?

- You know, the trick is...

you gotta outsmart the little fellas.

I know they look cute, but they can be feisty.

And sometimes, they kick.

Sometimes, they spit.

- Spit? - Yeah.

Fortunately for us,

they like food.

- Don't you, girls?

Yeah, see that?

Pull that like that, okay?

There ya go.

Okay. They can be really quite lovely.

Just gotta gain their trust.

Come on.

You're good, you're good, you're good. Come on.

Come on. Take it more. Come on. Come on, girl.

There ya go. Good girl. Good girl.

- Okay. Oh. - Good girl.

Yeah, that's good. Yeah. - Okay.

- Yeah, just close it up. You're good. Come on.

You're good. - All right.

- Come on.

All right.

You wanna give it a try?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Oh! Okay.

Oh.

Okay.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- Sorry.

- Um... - There's something wrong with that one.

- All right...

maybe we should just go shear Buttons first, huh?

You just hold that for one sec. I'm gonna lock up.

The best part of the fleece is called the blanket

and it comes from the barrel, the trunk of the animal.

Come on, old girl.

- So, how many of these guys do we have to shear?

- Well, you want six sweaters?

Well, we already have some fleece,

so we'll start with Buttons here

because she's got access to the heated barn.

Normally, the shearing takes place in the warmer months.

You're a good girl. Oh, here. - Oh.

Thank you for your fleece, Buttons.

- Now, very important because this could be dangerous

for you and the alpaca.

You need to hold her steady.

I don't wanna hurt her with the clippers, right?

So, here's what you do.

Take your hand. Here, right here.

Right where the lead is. Feel that?

Then, you wanna take your other hand,

put it on the back of her head,

very, very gentle. - Mm-hmm.

- And just don't let her move.

- Yeah, sure. Easy.

There you go, Buttons.

Shh, shh, shh.

Good girl.

- Oh!

- What happened? Are you okay? - It spit at me!

Oh, it's gross.

- Right. Uh...

Look, you know, Jess, I'm... I'm happy to do this.

I'm used to it.

And uh, those guys out there

really need some water in their trough.

- Done.

We want water in the trough,

I'll show you water in the trough.

Where's the hose?

- Well, the hose is out there. - Excellent.

- But the hose is frozen, so you gotta go to the other side

of the barn to get the water. 10 buckets will do it.

And that'll keep you busy for a little while.

- 10?

- Or you know, I can do it.

It just means you're not gonna get the fleece

as quickly as you want it. - No, I can do it.

I came to help. I should have an appreciation of

what goes into my product, shouldn't I?

Finally.

Bucket #10.

What are you doing?

You're dirtying all the water!

You're supposed to drink it, not bathe in it.

Shoo, get outta here.

Ah!

Oh, you spilled the water.

Now I have to start all over.

Ugh!

Nine buckets of water to go.

Bucket #10.

Ugh!

Ugh, I can't sketch, I can barely move.

: No! Ugh!

: Georgia?

- Uh...

do you know if a ragù has eggs in it?

- I'm pretty sure it doesn't.

Hey, how about you get down from there and I'll help you.

- I wanted to surprise my dad with dinner.

- Where is your dad?

- He found a hole in one of the fences.

- He's still working? It's late.

- He used to have help for these sorts of things,

but now it's just us.

But it's okay.

I can help too, even if he won't, like,

let me do the hard stuff.

- I tell you what.

Why don't you help me make a shepherd's pie?

I make it every year for Christmas.

It's the most cozy, perfect dinner.

- You know how to cook?

- I love to cook. But there is no chef

without her sous chef. - That's me.

- Okay.

First step, sous chef Georgia,

is to grab me as many potatoes as possible.

- Okay.

- Hey, Georgia. - Hmm?

- What's the name of that little white alpaca?

- Oh, that's Florence. - Huh.

Well, Florence doesn't like me very much.

- Then, maybe you should try my super secret trick.

- You have a trick? I will try anything.

- It's baby carrots.

Alpacas love carrots.

- Hmm.

- Well, what do we have here?

- Welcome to Chez Jess and Georgia.

May I take your coat, sir?

- Yes.

- Ahem.

- Thank you, maître d'.

- Sous chef Georgia.

- My apologies, sous chef Georgia. - Hands up.

Thank you.

- Fancy.

Hey.

- Morning!

Alpacas are fed.

Water bowls are full. Stalls are clean.

- That's... uh, wow.

Thank you.

- Of course. Now, let's get to work.

You're, um, three minutes late.

- Okay, well uh, maybe we should get a start

on dyeing the fleece.

- Perfect. - Okay.

- The carrots are our little secret. Right, guys?

Okay.

- Okay, at Flannery, we've always used a very special dye.

It's a mix of acid and fibre reactive dyes,

which is perfect for alpaca

because it doesn't fade even when it's washed

in extremely high heat. - Look.

I may not be an expert alpaca herder,

but this is my arena. This is where I shine.

- Right, but have you dyed fleece before?

- No, not fleece exactly,

but I've been around many a mixing of colours

for my Christmas sweaters at Sutton.

- Okay. The thing-- - As a matter of fact,

I dyed some fleece this morning.

- What time did you get up? - Early.

Really early. - Yeah, I bet.

- Wanted to make a bit of a mauveine.

- You mean mauve.

- No, a mauveine, it's a bit of blue,

a splash of red, a splash of white.

It should be ready now.

- Jess, these dyes can be very finicky.

And it takes some getting used to.

- Andrew, dyes are dyes.

Okay, well, it's...

- Well, if that's mauveine,

mauveine must be French for pretty gross.

Look, why don't we just start

from the very beginning of this process, okay?

- Mm-hmm.

- This way.

Now, there's a real art to this, you know.

Uh, I learned it from my mom

and she learned it from my grandmother.

Here's what you need to know to start. This is the treadle.

Get your foot here. This gets the wheel spinning.

- Mm-hmm. - Watch.

See that? - Mm-hmm.

- This is the bobbin.

This is the mother of all.

- Mother of all. It's a funny name.

- Right. So, I've already got a starter thread here for you,

so what you're gonna do is take some of the roving,

which is the fleece with your left hand. You'll pin it right here,

and eventually, you're gonna feed it through with your right hand,

but you're gonna wanna fan it back here, kinda make a Y shape.

It's all about the wheel and getting the rhythm.

- Okay, so I use the treadle to get the wheel going.

Right hand feeds the roving, left hand draws back.

Got it. - You wanna give it a try?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Here you go. - Okay.

- Yeah, you just... just find the rhythm.

- Okay. - Yeah, there you go.

- Ooh! - There you go.

- Foot is on the treadle.

- You really wanna find the rhythm. - Yeah, no, I'm doing the pedal,

feeding the roving. - Uh-huh.

- Huh, nothing to it. - Just not so fast, Jess.

- Okay. - Yeah, just, ju-- watch out!

- Oh, my gosh.

Please, tell me this is an easy fix.

- Yeah, these parts are not easy to replace.

I'll... I'll see if I can fix this, okay?

- I'm so sorry.

What are you getting up to? - Not much.

- I thought you were working on your snowman.

- Snow woman.

All done.

- Does that mean you're free?

- I think I can make some room in my schedule.

- Good.

I need your help with something. - Okay.

- Let's go.

Nice shot. - Thanks!

What do you think?

- It's the most beautiful Christmas tree ever.

- What's your dad cooking over there?

- Mm! What is that?

- Lasagna.

Just a thank-you dinner for two

of the hardest working ladies I know.

Includes you, Jess.

- I'm so sorry I broke your spinning wheel, Andrew.

- Don't even worry about it. I'll get at it tomorrow, okay?

- So, what's all this for, then?

- For everything.

- Mm! This lasagna's delicious.

- It looks incredible.

- Georgia, honey, don't you have your big Christmas pageant

coming up at school soon?

I didn't see a flyer in your bag or anything like that.

- No.

- Want me to call the school? Find out what's going on?

- No!

- What was that about?

Something's up.

She, uh...

she hasn't been the same since Emily passed.

I thought maybe it was just part of the process and...

things would get easier for her with time.

This past month, things have been different.

Little explosions like that.

I just, um...

I wanna get better at this, you know? I just...

I just wanna be a good dad. I don't know.

- Would you let me speak with her?

I can tell Christmas means a lot to you.

It means a lot to me, too.

Can I tell you something?

I miss my family so, so much,

and I wish we could all be together for it.

- It's okay to miss your mom, Georgia.

Your dad misses her too very much

and I know he's doing everything he can

to make this Christmas extra special for you.

- He can't. - Why is that?

- Every year, there's a special Christmas pageant at school.

And every year, my mom would make me a costume.

It was so fun.

But last year, my dad forgot

and I went with no costume. - Oh.

Georgia, that must have been really hard for you.

Well...

I'm an expert at all things Christmas fashion.

What would you think about me making your costume this year?

- Like, a special costume?

- The most special.

I think there's some dinner waiting for you.

- I'm not very hungry.

I'm kind of sleepy, actually.

- It is late.

- I'd like my dad to read me a bedtime story.

- I'm sure he'd love that.

- What do you got going on here?

- Oh, it's some sheep's wool I bought from Christine's shop.

I'm making Christmas blankets for the alpacas

in exchange for all the wonderful fleece they're giving us.

- Well, I think the alpacas will appreciate that very much.

- Oh, I forgot to tell you.

Christine agreed to help me knit my Christmas sweaters.

She is a lifesaver.

- Yeah, that Christine.

She's something else.

She's the best knitter in Elora, you know,

so you're in good hands.

Tomorrow morning, we'll spin enough yarn

to get you started on your sweaters.

- Thanks, Andrew. - No problem.

- Why do you wanna keep the farm?

Aside from it being in your family for decades.

- I love what I do, you know?

I love working with my hands to...

create a product that... that is such high quality, you know?

That it might bring satisfaction or happiness to someone.

What about you?

What do you want?

- In work?

- Yeah.

- Um...

I started making Christmas sweaters because

I love how the holidays make people feel.

It's the most magical time of the year.

But I now realize if I want my sweaters to be authentic,

they have to embrace the same qualities of Christmas:

celebrating community, spreading joy.

I have to build a business that gives instead of takes away.

I've... I've been living my life with blinders on.

- Come on. You're too hard on yourself.

- I should be!

I'm terrified I'll miss out on this opportunity and...

I'll never make a difference in the world.

- Well, I think you're already making a difference with what you're doing.

- Look at us, the picture of holiday cheer.

- I'll tell you something else, though.

Something that's really been keeping me going

the past few months is thinking about the...

the sky over Flannery Farms on Christmas morning.

- Oh, Jess, you gotta see it.

It is just the most beautiful blue.

Deep, and endless, and clear.

And it's the thing I'll miss the most if uh,

Georgia and I have to leave here.

- Sounds magical.

- So, you, you told me all about work, but...

...what do you, uh,

what do you want from life?

- I wanna fall in love.

- Oh.

- Eventually, I may want a family of my own.

It's hard to imagine that when everything I have

has to go into my career.

Do you hope to fall in love again?

Someday?

- Yeah, I do.

I should hit the hay.

Night, Jess.

Get back to your, uh...

- Thanks. Yeah, I... I got work to do.

- Mm-hmm.

- I've been thinking about this all wrong.

- Okay, and what do you mean?

- Well, this line is supposed

to encompass the joy of Christmas, right?

- Mm-hmm. - So, naturally,

my mind went to the stark white of a fresh snowfall,

the joyful red on Santa's coat,

the deep green of a Christmas tree.

But after hearing your story,

I want you to help me recreate Flannery Blue,

the colour of the sky on Christmas morning.

It just sounds so perfect.

- Okay, I'd love to.

- Take a seat.

Okay, um, close your eyes.

- I'm not closing my eyes. - Just trust me.

It's Christmas morning.

You wake up cozy in your bed

and you feel the light on your skin.

The house is quiet,

everyone else is asleep, so you sneak downstairs.

You put on your winter boots,

your coat, and your hat, and you step outside.

The cold hits you. It's fresh and it wakes you up.

Your heart is full of love and you're at peace.

You look up at the big open sky above you.

What do you see?

- It's, um...

it's bright blue, but deep at the same time.

It's like...

it's like every shade of blue exists within it.

And um, there's other colours too.

It's gold, pink.

- I don't know, it's... it's just beautiful.

I'm probably not doing a very good job describing it.

- Open your eyes.

Am I close?

- Yeah, you nailed it.

And you know what?

So much better than mauveine.

Okay.

All right.

Oh, hey!

- Gingerbread cookies?

- Did you make these?

Where did you find the time?

- I needed a mental break and I had a craving.

- Hmm. - Who, uh, are these fellas?

- Well, I was hoping you'd help me light 'em up.

Yeah? - Sure.

- You just gotta start by untangling these.

- Wow. - Oh, I'm sorry,

is this too much work for you? I'll just put 'em away.

- Take the cookies. - Okay.

Mm, these are good. - Do you wanna trade?

- No.

It's tangled there too. - Okay!

Still not enough lights.

- Well, you didn't get 'em all untangled.

Something I have to tell you.

I know I said I was gonna wait till Friday,

but I made my decision.

- You have? - Yeah.

I'm declining the offer on the farm.

- Hmm.

- You're a hard worker, Jess,

and it's great having you here.

I believe in you.

Even though you broke my spinning wheel.

- I believe in you, too.

- Maybe we should go inside and I'll start dinner.

- Sure. - Okay.

After you.

- What's this?

- It's a mannequin thingy.

Christine let me take one from the shop.

I thought it would help in your putting your sweaters together.

- It will. Thank you.

- I like that.

- Ooh, while I have you here,

can I get your opinion on some of my designs?

- You want my opinion on your designs?

- Of course, I do.

I... only have two weeks to get all this done.

I could use all the help I can get.

- Okay.

- So...

this first one here is cute and simple.

It's... it's giving "the week before Christmas

and the girls have snuck off for a holiday weekend away."

We're talking après-ski, winter wonderland,

cozy walks vibes sweater.

- All right.

- What?

- It's just very specific.

- Just wait.

- Oh, I like it. - Thank you.

This is the "I'm off to see the tree lighting at Rockefeller Centre

and I just know my ex will be there with his new girlfriend,

so I have to look both cute and effortless, and like

I'm absolutely thriving, which I am" sweater.

- I have been there. - So, I'll save you one in your size?

- Yes, please.

What else you got?

- Right.

Ooh, I love this one.

This is the "it's my office Christmas party,

but after making enough small chat,

I sneak off because my boyfriend

got us impossible dinner reservations at Chez Bartrand,

and I've been dying to try their escargot" sweater.

- And it's, um, a hypothetical boyfriend?

- It is.

- Oh.

Um...

these are amazing, Jess.

You're really good at what you do.

What else you got? - Are you sure?

We could be here all day.

- Fine by me.

♪ Snowflakes falling, angels in the snow ♪

♪ Yuletide calling through the white winter glow ♪

♪ You don't know how happy I would be ♪

♪ If you would just spend this Christmas with me ♪

♪ Together we could build a happy home ♪

♪ Without you I feel all alone ♪

♪ Everything would be happiness and glee ♪

♪ If you would just spend this Christmas with me ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, oh ♪

- I've just finished my fourth sweater!

: Oh, no, babe,

you only have like four days left.

- Thank you, Dina. I'm keeping track, believe me.

Four out of six is good.

Like, really good.

Especially now that Christine

is helping with all the knitting.

- That's fantastic. - Of course,

I couldn't have done it without Andrew

and little Georgia cheering us on

these past few weeks.

- I'm so happy it's working out for you, babe.

- I'm actually getting kinda sad I'm gonna be leaving soon. - I bet.

Sounds like you're getting pretty cozy up there.

- Dina, it's a professional relationship. That's all.

- I'm just saying, stay open.

You never know where love will pop up.

Remember Zoltan? I met him at a gas station

and that lasted several months.

- There's nothing to stay open to.

I leave in a week.

Besides, falling for someone who lives on a farm

is not part of the plan.

- So, what is the plan exactly?

- The plan is to become a world-renowned, sustainable,

luxury fashion designer.

Work first, love... when I can.

- How romantic.

- I gotta go. Love you.

- Your well-watered plants and I miss you.

Stay open!

- Ugh...

: Georgia! I'm gonna get you!

- Bring it on! - You're gonna regret that!

- Yeah? Oh, got ya!

I'll get ya again!

- Can we look now? : Go for it.

- Wow!

Jess!

These are beautiful!

- What do you think, Mr. Flannery?

- Well, I think you have truly outdone yourself, Miss Hilliard.

- Well, I couldn't have done it without the best alpaca farmer in the country.

- Right.

- And what do you think of the blue?

Just like Christmas morning?

- Yeah. I'd say so.

- So glad.

So, the only thing left to do for the competition is

to take photos of the collection.

I was thinking I could model them,

but I was hoping you could play photographer for the day?

- You trust an alpaca farmer to be your photographer?

- I do.

- Well, I'd love to, then.

- And I just have one tiny other favour to ask of you.

- Okay.

What?

- Nothing, I...

I told you, you'd make a good model.

- I feel ridiculous.

- You don't look it.

- It's pretty comfortable. - Oh, really?

- Yeah. - You'll be shocked to learn it's made with

100% sustainable alpaca fleece. - Huh.

Alpaca, huh?

You know, I could've sworn it was cashmere.

- Alpaca is the new cashmere.

And guess what? It's local, too.

- Hmm. - Some farmer has this incredible farm.

You gotta see it.

Thanks for doing this.

- You owe me. - I do.

- Mm-hmm. - Now, let's win ourselves a competition.

- Okay. - I'll go first.

I will show you how it's done. - Yeah, good idea.

- So, we have a chance at winning.

- Okay.

- Uh, how does it look?

- It's good. Maybe... a little forced.

- Oh, he's a director now.

- Just maybe, I don't know,

look in the distance like you see Santa.

Yeah. Okay. - Yeah, I'll try that.

- I'll try that, for sure.

- Um, maybe Santa's not that far.

Maybe you're just really happy to see Santa.

Yeah, that's good. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Let me see.

Oh. Andrew, I actually really like that.

- Uh-huh.

- Now, let's see if your modelling skills

are just as good.

Okay, we're gonna need to loosen up.

- Why are we even here? What do you mean?

- You're too stiff. You have to shake like this.

- You want me to do that? - I do.

- Can you show me one more time? - Yeah, no problem.

Can you do it? - No way I'm doing that.

- Why not? - Because it's silly.

- Is Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer afraid of being silly?

- That's not fair and you know it.

That was for Georgia. It was different.

- And this is for the farm.

Bigger, please.

Bigger.

: Bigger! There ya go.

- That's all you're getting. - Oh. Now you're nice and loose.

Give me a smile.

Hubba, hubba. Model alert.

- I'm leaving. - I'm serious.

Look at this.

- I look good. - Okay, don't let it get to your head.

We're just getting started.

- Okay, what are we doing now exactly?

- Just a his and hers. The two of us together.

It's the look how cute you and your boyfriend can look

on Christmas morning shot.

Not that... we're...

- Yeah. I got it. - You know what I mean.

- Can I help? - You can have a seat, please.

- Okay.

Perfect. And now I'll set the timer and come join you.

- Okay.

- When does it start?

I... but I wasn't even ready.

It's okay. Just pose for the next one.

Pass me that present and pretend to give it to me. - Okay.

Um, what now?

- Um... - Oh, maybe, um,

I could put my arm around your shoulder

like I'm keeping you warm next to the fire?

- That's a great idea

and I'll put my head on your shoulder.

- Okay. Yeah, that works. - Yep.

- Um... now what?

- I don't know.

- Okay, that was not 10 seconds.

- Just... just keep switching it up.

- Switch it up? I am switching it up. - What are you doing?

- I'm switching it up. I'm switching it up.

- You're not switching it up. - Okay, uh, here.

You give me the present. - You're afraid of it.

- I'm afraid of it. Look, it's-- - Well, let's see what this does.

- Thank you. It's empty. - Oh, nice. Nice one.

- Very generous. - Very photogenic.

- Don't need any of these.

These are pretty good. - Mm-hmm.

- Well, it's because you have a professional model here.

- Okay, I told you exactly what to do.

- Right. - It took a lot of work,

but yes, you look good.

- Wasn't that much. - Okay, moving on.

- That's my favourite.

- Well, I look good in all of these.

Huh.

It's uh, something.

- Ah. - Well?

- Submission complete.

Andrew, we did it.

- You did it, Jess.

Shall we celebrate with some cake?

- The only way I like to celebrate.

I can't believe I'm sending this off to New York tomorrow. - I can.

- Mm. - Mm.

You know, I gotta say,

and this is not just because I made it,

this is really bad.

- So bad.

- I'm so sorry.

- It's very dry.

- Do you have any of those gingerbread cookies left?

- I think so.

- Hey, these new pictures we got on the labels.

See? Aren't they cute?

- So cute. - Right? Yeah.

Oh, hey! Hey, how did it go?

- The package will be in New York City

by tomorrow afternoon.

Just in time for the deadline.

- Yay!

- Get in here, Dad.

- Okay.

Way to go, Jess.

Really, you must be so proud.

- Well, I couldn't have done it

without my two favourite helpers.

- But... does this mean you have to go home now?

- Well, sweetie, you know, Jess--

- I don't want you to go!

- Actually, I still have one more job to do,

the... the most important, most special job.

That's why I wanted to meet you here.

- What?

- You don't think I forgot

all about your Christmas pageant, do you?

And so,

if it's okay with your dad, I thought

I could hang back a little longer

while I make the costume.

Besides, I don't have anywhere else to be

until the jury makes their decision.

- Daddy?

- Um... I think we'd be very lucky

to have Jess stay a little longer.

- Thank you, Jess! - Oh, you're so welcome.

Hey, Georgia.

See those beautiful pieces of fabric over there?

- Mm-hmm. - Choose your favourite one.

- Okay!

- Hey, Jess! - Christine!

- Hi! - Thank you so much

for all your help. - It was my pleasure.

What brings you in here?

- I'm gonna be making Georgia

her Christmas pageant costume this year.

- How sweet.

- Jess, can you help me decide? There's so many.

- Of course, I can.

- News in town is you took the farm off the market.

- Yeah, sorry, I meant to tell you.

We've just been really busy, you know.

- I bet, yeah.

- What about the green? - I like it.

- You two seem to...

work well together.

- Christine.

- I'm just saying.

You deserve to find love again, Andrew.

And any woman would be lucky to have my baby brother.

Warts and all.

- What's happening here?

Are you going soft on me?

- Hmm.

Take it or leave it, but that woman...

: Yeah.

- ...she's one in a million.

- Dad, come help us choose.

- Okay, hun.

- Which one?

- We're thinking this one.

- Where is she?

- Are we a little impatient this morning, Mr. Flannery?

- We are excited and yeah,

we're maybe a little bit late for school.

- Can't rush fashion.

- That's not what you said when you first got here.

- Touché. - Uh-huh.

- Ladies and gentlemen--

- What is happening? Wha... who are you talking to?

- Just go with it. - Okay.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

may I introduce you to the one,

the only, Georgia Flannery!

- Wow! Amazing. I love it!

Honey, you look so good! - Thank you.

I'm Santa's magical alpaca.

- Yeah, you are. I love it. It's amazing.

- I do, too. Thank you, Jess.

- Thank you for letting me do it. I had so much fun.

You truly are the most special girl.

- We gotta get to school, kiddo.

Truck's warmed up for you. Go on out there

and I'll be there in a sec. - Okay.

- All right.

Jess, I don't know what to say.

- So don't say anything.

- It means more than you know.

Um... I'm just not very good at expressing myself.

- You're better than you think.

She would be so proud of you two.

Andrew, truly,

you really are the most incredible father

and I know how hard this is doing this all on your own,

but you're doing it.

You're giving her an incredible life

and no matter what happens with the competition,

no matter where you end up,

you'll continue to surround her with love.

That's all that matters.

- Um, I gotta get her to school.

Um... maybe when I get back

I don't know, maybe you'd like to go for a walk with me?

- I'd love that.

- Okay, good.

- Go. I'll be here. - I gotta go.

All right, I'll see you when I get back.

- Sounds like a plan. - All right.

- Hello, Jess speaking.

- Uh, Jessica Hilliard.

- Yes?

- This is Beverly Clemington calling.

How are you?

- I'm well, thank you. How are you?

- Fabulous!

I wanted to be the first to congratulate you

on being the winner of this year's

Runway to Christmas competition.

Congratulations!

- I what?

- You want me to repeat that?

- I won? I really won?

- Yes! You really won!

You're an incredible designer with a very special vision.

- Thank you.

Mr. Clemington, this... you, I mean, I'm...

I'm sorry, I'm speechless. - Well, then,

allow me to do the talking.

Your runway show is in just 10 days,

so you get yourself ready to introduce your line

to some of the most influential people in New York City.

And we'll be sending you your cash prize in the mail

so you can be expecting that any day now.

Get ready, Miss Hilliard,

your life is about to change. - Thank you.

Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.

- Oh, and uh, one other thing, Jessica.

We have to make a small adjustment to your line

before we start carrying it at Clemington's.

- An adjustment?

- All right, hun, have a great day at school,

and I'll see you this afternoon for your pageant.

- See you! - See ya.

- Uh, Daddy? - Yeah.

- There's something really special about Jess.

- You think so, huh?

- Yeah.

- What do you find so special about her?

- A lot of things.

How much she loves Christmas and how nice she is.

- Well, I would say, I agree with all those things.

- But...

the thing I like most... - Mm-hmm?

- ...is how when she's around, you're happier.

- Georgia, honey, I am sorry if I have been...

Things have just-- - That's okay.

It just makes me happy.

Like you used to be when I was smaller.

When you were happy because Mom was still here.

I love you, Daddy.

- I love you more.

- I think you should tell Jess that she makes you happy.

She's been so busy. She may not have even noticed.

- When did you become such a little adult?

- I'm still a kid,

just a smart one. - Yeah, you sure are.

All right, go on.

- Okay, see you later.

- Oh!

- Hi! - Hey.

I wanna tell you something. - We won.

- What? - We won. We did it. I...

I just got off the phone with Beverly Clemington himself.

Andrew, we saved your farm.

- Oh, my God.

- I can't believe it. We really did it.

There's just, um...

there's just one small thing.

- What is it?

- Please don't be mad. Just...

um, just let me get it all out. I have a plan.

- Okay.

- So, in order for them to carry

my line in Clemington's internationally,

because of the size of the order, and it's big,

like really big, like you can hire your staff back and more,

even you can-- - Jess...

just say it.

- They're gonna need to blend your fleece with something else.

Something more cost efficient, more readily available.

And they'll be dyeing

and spinning the fleece internationally

at one of their factories.

- You've gotta be kidding me. - It's just way too big of an order.

We don't have the means of doing this ourselves.

- We'll hire people.

- We're talking big time here, Andrew.

Thousands of sweaters.

- So, tell them to make an exclusive line.

Less pieces, better quality.

Local, sustainable alpaca fleece.

Jess, we had a deal. - I know.

- So, you lied.

- I didn't lie, Andrew. - Yeah, you did. You lied.

- This isn't ideal for me either.

I think I was naïve. I thought I could change the world of fashion overnight,

but it doesn't work like that. Look, I'm sorry.

- You're sorry.

- I just need to get in.

Once I'm in, I can start making real change from the inside.

I will. I promise you.

- Yeah, you made me a promise before.

Look where we ended up.

See, Jess, the thing is I thought you were different.

- I am.

- No. You're not.

You're not.

- Why are you so upset?

I'll be getting that cheque any day now.

You'll have plenty of money to hire your staff back

and keep this farm alive. I'll still need you.

I still only wanna make this with Flannery fleece.

- Yeah, but you can't because

you're gonna blend it with who knows what.

I don't want your money, Jess.

It was never about that.

- It isn't about saving the farm?

About employing your community?

Allowing Georgia to stay in the home she loves so much?

- I do what I do because it matters.

I want my work to matter.

Do you understand?

And I don't want my daughter to think money can buy happiness.

- So, you just want me to give up on my dreams?

On this opportunity.

- I don't want you to do anything you don't wanna do.

But I gotta sleep at night.

You can keep the money, Jess.

I'm selling this place.

♪ I'll have a lonely Christmas without you ♪

♪ Red and green but I'm just feeling blue ♪

♪ Baby, without you here

♪ I just don't feel that Christmas cheer ♪

♪ My friends say I didn't need you anyway ♪

- Hey. There you go.

♪ No more kissin' on mistletoe

♪ I just don't feel very ho, ho, ho ♪

♪ All alone in this big, cold bed ♪

♪ No sugarplums dancin' in my head ♪

♪ No Yuletide carol, no deck the halls ♪

♪ I'd have a merry Christmas

♪ If you'd answer my calls ♪

- So, we'll have the videos projected

as soon as the music starts.

Come in.

And then again, at the end

when I come out to say a few words.

We'll chat soon. Okay.

Bye, Joseph.

- Who's Joseph?

- My lighting designer for the fashion show.

You know, the one in three days?

- I'm just asking.

Joseph's a handsome name, that's all.

Oh, babe.

You got this.

The fashion show's gonna blow everyone away.

- It's not that.

- Oh, is it the hat?

- Why are you wearing that hat?

- I lost a bet. Don't ask.

My clients actually like it. You know, I might keep it.

Who knows? Could be my thing.

Okay, come on.

Tell Santa what ails you.

Uh-oh, you've got it bad, huh?

Well...

it's only been a week.

And if it helps, all that country air makes you look like

you've had like a thousand facials.

- It just caught me by surprise.

I've always planned to work as hard as I can now on my career,

on my dreams, thinking you'll have time for love,

for family later. - And you will.

- What if it's messier than that?

What if love doesn't follow some perfect life schedule?

How do you know when it's the kind of love

you walk away from because it's not right,

or the once-in-a-lifetime love you drop everything you're doing

and run towards because it could be more spectacular

than anything you've ever planned for?

- You'll love other men, Jess.

You weren't ready to let someone in before,

but now that you clearly are,

watch out, Manhattan.

Maybe this guy just wasn't the one.

- He hates me. - He doesn't hate you.

You just didn't see eye to eye.

There are so many wonderful men out there

just ready to sweep a woman like you right off your feet.

You just say the magic word

and Zia Dina will light your phone up

with eligible bachelors. With no kids.

- That's the thing.

I really liked spending time with his daughter.

It felt right. I...

I really miss her, Dina.

- Because you're not a troll.

You have feelings. Think of that experience as a gift.

It showed you that you really do wanna be a mom.

- You're right.

She was a gift. And Andrew was a gift.

I just wish it hadn't ended so badly.

I, I think...

I think I betrayed them both and...

and what about my big, grandiose statement about wanting

to make a difference? Doesn't accepting this prize money

make me no better than the Gwen Suttons of the world?

- Oh, oh, nah, nah, nah. You're spiralling.

Mayday!

We are not going to sit here and beat you up

when we have something so huge to celebrate

and something so exciting to look forward to.

In three days, Jessica Hilliard

is going to premiere to the entire world.

And Jess Hilliard is going to change the world

from the inside out.

That's it. I've had enough.

Take this boring old outfit off

and put on something gorgeous. I'm taking you out.

- Ugh! - Come on.

- It's not boring.

: Andrew!

Are you watching that French toast?

- Here you go.

- Is Georgia not joining us?

- Nah, she's still mad at me.

- So am I, actually.

It's December 24th.

Isn't Jess's fashion show today?

- Christine, I am not gonna compromise our family's legacy.

I won't do it.

- I understand. - Okay.

- But...

this is bigger than the farm.

This is about love.

I keep thinking how she's all alone for the holidays.

It's not right.

- Yeah, I know.

- Mom and Dad always said that

Christmas was about giving and being with family.

And you and I are both old enough to know that

family's the most important thing in the world.

Hey, it's worth fighting for.

What are you still doing here?

- Georgia!

Georgia, honey!

Come on, get your coat. We can still make it.

: Woo-hoo! Come on!

Hurry up, let's go!

- Half an hour, everyone.

- Rachel, I'll just fix your crown.

- Ooh! Jess!

This is actually happening. I'm so excited for you!

- Oh, it's happening all right.

Thank you so much, Dina.

- Okay, everyone, we need to see those accessories on, stat!

: Miss Jessica Hilliard.

Beverly Clemington. A pleasure to meet you.

- Mr. Clemington. - Ah, ah. Beverly, please.

- Pardon me.

Thank you, Melinda.

You're ready for your accessories.

It's an honour to meet you, sir.

And thank you so much for selecting me.

You can't know just how much this means to me.

- Well, it was an easy decision.

Your sweaters are absolutely stunning.

The entire team was just blown away.

- So was I.

It was a magical experience.

- So, my dear, how does it feel to know your very own designs

are about to be sold in London, Paris, and Milan?

- About that. Would you mind if we talked a little business?

- Of course, darling.

- Hurry, Dad, hurry! We're gonna miss it!

- Who are you?

- Um, we're here to see Jess.

- Okay, and who are you? - We're her family. Duh!

- Andrew Flannery.

- Uh... ah, right at the top.

- Has it started yet? - Um, I think you just made it, yep.

- Oh! - Uh, $5 each.

I'll take them all.

- Okay.

: Sorry. Thanks.

: Oh.

♪ Oh baby, please come home

♪ I got the fire warm ♪

♪ Sitting here waiting up

♪ I got something just for you

- Dad, look! That's your farm.

♪ That's just Santa Claus ♪

♪ We're singing deck the halls ♪

♪ But it don't feel right, no ♪

♪ It's not Christmas without you ♪

♪ All the presents nearly wrapped under the tree ♪

♪ All I'm missing is

♪ You here next to me

♪ They say it's Christmas

♪ They say it's Christmas ♪

♪ But it's not Christmas without you ♪

♪ They say it's Christmas

- It's the Flannery Blue!

♪ They say it's Christmas

♪ But it's not Christmas without you ♪♪

- Woo! - Woo!

: Thank you.

Thank you.

This collection was a true labour of love.

Not only was it designed to embody Christmas,

a season of hope and joy,

but its production forced me out of my comfort zone

and gave me the gift of seeing fashion in a new light.

For several weeks, I had the privilege of working on

a family-run farm who sees the product

literally from head to tail.

I saw firsthand just how much time, energy, and love

goes into crafting a garment.

What a fitting experience for a celebration of Christmas,

to see something in a new light, as if for the first time.

Like a child on Christmas morning.

Like falling in love.

So, it is with immense pride and utter joy

that I make this announcement.

Clemington's has just graciously agreed

to launch their first experimental small run

of 100% sustainably sourced, pure alpaca fleece.

Making Jessica Hilliard the first of what I hope

is a continued Clemington's tradition of small batch luxury fashion.

Thank you.

- Ooh!

Thank you so much, guys.

Excellent job, everyone.

I truly could not have done it without you.

Well done.

Gwen! - Jessica.

Fabulous.

- Pardon me?

- Exquisite work.

I may be the ice queen, but I do know how to pick 'em.

I knew you had it in you from the very start.

- Thank you, Gwen, that means a lot.

You taught me everything I know.

- Well, not everything.

It was your instinct to go sustainable.

I clearly couldn't see it.

Maybe I'm aging out of the game.

- Oh, no, of course not.

You will always have your finger on the pulse.

- That's why I'm committing Sutton to being

completely sustainable in one year's time.

- That's fantastic, Gwen.

- Well, I guess I'm... how did you say it,

"keeping up with the times"?

I don't suppose I could tempt you back into the fold?

- Thank you, Gwen, but I love working for myself.

And a smaller brand makes it

easier to make decisions with my heart.

- Worth a shot.

I'll see you around, Jessica Hilliard.

- What did that woman say to you? Do you want me to go after her?

- She said she loved my collection.

She says I've inspired her to go sustainable.

- That was Gwen Sutton, correct?

- I know. How amazing.

- Well, if it's all so amazing, why do you look so sad, sweetie?

- I don't know.

I thought this was all I ever wanted.

But... something is not right.

Something's missing.

- Let's go out and celebrate.

- I don't think I feel like going.

- Oh, Jess, come on! It's Christmas Eve.

You love Christmas.

- But this year's different, Dina.

I'm sorry, I'm just not in the mood to celebrate.

- Jess!

- Georgia, you made it?

- That was amazing!

Like, totally, totally amazing!

Wow, Jess, I'm so proud of you.

- Thank you, Georgia.

- Uh...

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Oh.

These uh, are for you. - Thank you.

: Why don't you come with me and we'll try on

one of those big princess skirts from the show.

- And the crowns too? - Yeah!

- Oh, yes, please.

Daddy, can I? - Yeah, of course.

- I'll take that. - Thanks.

- Do you wanna follow me?

- Okay.

- You don't have to take the contract if you don't want.

But it's yours if you do.

And I really want you to.

Flannery Farm deserves a second chance.

The community deserves it.

You deserve it.

So, I hope you can put aside

whatever feelings you have about me and just...

just don't be so darn stubborn

and take the contract, won't you?

Is that a yes?

Good.

I'm sorry I let you down.

- No, you didn't.

- Are you still mad at me?

I'm not mad at you.

I'm mad at myself.

For not letting you in sooner.

For not trusting you.

I was, uh... afraid of change.

And...

I was a little bit afraid of you.

You are talented,

and intelligent, and driven...

and you are completely irresistible.

And I can't lie to myself anymore.

Jess, I wanna be with you.

And I know that being a partner with you will need

trust, and compromise, and...

and it means opening myself up again.

But I also know...

that I wanna be by your side through it all.

So, will you come back?

Because it doesn't feel like home without you there.

- Home?

- Yeah.

It's become home for you too, hasn't it?

- I don't know where my home is.

- It's very clear in my mind.

Home for me is wherever you are.

- Okay, Georgia. Open this one first.

: Whoa!

- Your first sewing machine.

I had the same one when I was your age.

- It's perfect. - Aw.

I'm so glad you like it.

- Maybe one day, I'll be a famous designer like you.

- If that's what you wanna be.

Something tells me you're gonna do amazing things, Georgia.

Whatever you put your mind and heart to.

- Okay, my turn.

- What is it? - I'm gonna build a new barn.

Double decker.

So, upstairs we can have your office,

where you work and take your meetings.

Then, downstairs, we'll have a showroom.

Then, when folks come and visit the farm,

they'll feel the love that we put into what we do.

And then, they'll leave with a Jessica Hilliard original.

I know it's not the fancy shop on 5th Avenue or--

- It's... better.

- All right, everyone, time for a family picture.

- Get in here, come on.

- All right, we got 10 seconds.

- That wasn't 10 seconds! - I know, it was so fast.

- Just, just...

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