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Okay.

Hey, Candace.

Did you just wake up?

It's 1:00 p.m.. I've been
up since 4:00, working.

You haven't brushed
your hair yet?

Your muskrat
is better groomed.

Jenny is a bunny!

Are you here to help?

Nope, looking for the van keys.
Here they are.

Daddy said I could buy my own
Christmas presents this year.

Great. Would you be able to drop
these off at the Rizchecks for me?

Those look
really fragile.

I might drop something, and then you'd
have to redo all this work all over again.

Can't argue
with that logic.

You know, I would feel bad for you if you
didn't just make more work for yourself.

You agonize over these
sentimental details

like glassware from the year
so-and-so was born

and does anyone
even notice?

As event planners, it's our job
to create a magical experience.

Anything that helps with
that magic is worth it.

Well, it will be worth it
if a rich bachelor notices me.

So don't forget
to forward me that guest list.

Later, cuz.

Hey, what's my dad doing
for your present this year?

He told me to think about it
and to let him know.

I'm going to tell him I want
the event planning business.

Really?

He's been hinting at retirement and
I'm going to offer to buy him out.

You can afford to do that?

I have savings and the
money my parents left me.

I'm going to ask him tomorrow night
at dinner, so I was hoping that...

you tell him
you support it.

Sure.
No problem, cuz.

So how'd she take it?

Candace isn't exactly one to be swayed
by a quote from Emily Dickinson.

We've moved on
to Oscar Wilde quotes now.

Surprisingly she took it well.

I just hope I didn't
hurt her feelings.

Okay, you are
way too nice.

What if she doesn't support you
tomorrow? Do you know what you'll say?

Yeah.

I'm hoping it won't
come to that.

Okay, let's hear it.

Okay. Uncle Otto...

I'm forever grateful for you
taking me in when my parents died

and treating me like
your own daughter.

And I know how happy it made you when
Candace and I were working together.

So when she took all the credit
for my work, I let her.

When she stopped coming
to work, I took over.

And I changed your catering company into
a respected events planning business.

I work day and night to make
that company a success.

And I would love the opportunity
to run this business alone.

That is what I want
for Christmas.

It's my passion.

That's so nice.

You're a better
person than me.

See, I would give some examples of specific
injustices Candace has inflicted upon you.

Or on the positive side,

you can tell him how the Christ-Masquerade
Ball is breaking the Internet.

Everyone's trying to get an invitation to
something that exists solely because of you.

Well, I'm just hoping
nothing has to be said.

I wouldn't be too sure. Candace
always has something up her sleeve.

Someone else's
leftovers again?

Are you okay, Uncle Otto?
You look really tired.

Bingo!

Sit down, love.

I couldn't be prouder of what you girls
have done with my catering business.

Thanks, Daddy.

You know, I've been running small
businesses since I was a young man.

You girls now know first hand
how much hard work that is.

You're hitting your stride just as
I'm getting ready to take it easy.

So... I've decided I'm going to
retire at the end of this year.

Congratulations.

Actually, I was wanting to discuss the
event planning business with you.

Candace and I
discussed it already.

She convinced me that
you girls can handle it.

Candace has convinced you...

I will sell everything except my three
oldest, most stable small businesses,

and the newest one,
the event planning.

The same way you run them together now,
you can run them together forever.

This is my Christmas
gift to you both.

I still get to keep the presents that I
already bought for myself though, right?

Of course, Pumpkin.

Okay.

Uncle Otto, that is very generous
of you and I am so grateful...

I know, it's all so much.

The two of us working
together forever.

Daddy's so excited.

Let's get some Christmas cookies
and discuss our future.

What's your problem?

You wanted to own one
business, now you own four.

You didn't even have
to make a big pitch.

I wanted to own one by myself,
and I was willing to pay for it.

I know. I was thinking about what
you said about buying my dad out.

Clearly.

And I would prefer
for you to buy me out.

You want me to give you
my parent's money?

No, I want you
to work it off.

-What do you mean?
-You work for me.

Anytime, day or night, anything and
everything I need. No excuses.

For how long?

Until I get married.

Which, if I meet
one of these rich bachelors

at the Carmichael Ball
will be very soon.

-Can I think about it?
-No.

You could go out on your own,

compete against me and
gravely upset my father...

or you could just keep doing
what you've already been doing.

And once I marry
my rich prince,

I'll be out of your hair and
you get everything you want.

What do you say?

At your service.

This is the kind
of place I should be living in.

And will be, once I land the
man of Carmichael's caliber.

Can't believe people think you have a knack
for this. These ornaments are hideous.

Those are not ornaments. They're
hooks to hang stockings.

Not for that stupid game
you were babbling about.

Tell me you didn't send that
nonsense to Nicholas Carmichael.

He's probably on his way here
right now to fire us.

Am I
interrupting something?

No... No, Mr. Carmichael.
Not at all.

Well, shouldn't I be? I mean,
this party is only a day away.

And please,
it's Nicholas.

What my cousin means
is you could never interrupt.

I should visit
my kitchen more often.

You must be the one sending me the
sketches and ideas for the party.

That depends on what
you thought of them.

Well, I'm insane for
the Christ-Masquerade idea.

The castle and the moat
design for the pool house.

And that names
are forbidden.

And this,
Christmas stocking game...

now that,
that is the real winner.

Well, you seem like a man willing
to party outside of the box.

You'll be there, won't you?

As my guest?

If you insist.

I see my future and it is Mr.
Nicholas Carmichael himself.

See, Angie?

Your dreams could be realized
sooner than you think.

And on that note, I have a ton of work
to do to get myself ready for the ball

and I can't
do it alone.

I have quite a bit of work
to do here, actually.

Helping me
is helping you.

What do you need?

I'll need an infrared body wrap, facial, spray
tan, mani-pedi, eyelash extensions and tint.

A full body wax, teeth whitening,
make-up and hair styling.

And a one-of-a-kind dress, custom-made,
obviously. Don't forget the shoes.

The stocking.

I'm not getting a spray tan and
a pedicure so I can wear hose.

Christmas stocking,
for the game.

It's a requirement
for you to attend.

Fine. And a stocking.

You have to fill it with five
things that only have value to you.

Okay, whatever,
you'll think of something.

Make sure I don't lose this.
I'm off to get my beauty rest.

Well, I never took you
for a tabloid fan.

How else would I know
what's going on in your life?

Thank you, darling.

I never would've guessed
she wasn't marriage material.

You met her at Mardi Gras,
pulled her onto a float, right?

You know, I keep thinking that I finally
found a woman who truly enjoys my company.

And then I learn that she's really
just after, well...

Your company,
and yet, I'm the bad guy.

Mother, did you have a chance
to read over my proposal?

Yes.

But when a man who spends
most of his time

gallivanting writes a proposal on how
to attract more female employees,

forgive me for wondering if he's not
just trying to widen his dating pool.

Actually, my goal is to make my business and
personal life less connected, not more.

Now, I know that you're not against
gender equality in the workplace,

so you refusing my proposal could
only really mean one thing.

Consider a marriage proposal and
I'll consider your work proposal.

You're stonewalling my career
to make me get married.

Nicholas, your father wanted your
life to have meaning and so do I.

You have a huge fortune
at your fingertips

that you refuse
to even attempt to claim.

Most men fear marriage, I know your
father did. But they still do it.

Most men don't have a trust account that
requires marriage to claim their inheritance.

Most men don't have
an inheritance.

I would be happy
with a paycheck

and some respect
for the work I do.

It's easier to respect someone
who's mature and stable.

So it's mature and stable to get
married to someone that you don't love

because you'll be punished
if you wait for the real thing!

It cannot be
that hard, Nicholas.

You know your soul-mate isn't
someone you've already dated.

And that eliminates a huge percentage
of the population, darling.

Have fun at your party.

Hey, Candace.
It's me.

You have your body wrap in 30 minutes
time and tanning at the same place.

I'm going to drop your
dress off at the salon

and you're going to get your
hair and nails and make-up done.

The ball starts at 8:00 p.m.. Do not
be late and you need your stocking.

Man, by the way you were running, I'm
guessing your mom nixed your proposal.

It's time for a change, Max.

Well, guests are going
to arrive in a couple of hours.

I suggest you put on
your suit and mask.

I'm not talking about my clothes. I'm
talking about these public breakups

followed by an argument with my mother,
followed by punishment at work.

I'm sick of this cycle.

What am I doing wrong?

Nick, I've known you since
we were teenagers, man.

And you seem to date the same
woman over and over again.

She looks different.

Well, she's not, man. She's not. Do you even
know what you're looking for in a woman?

I figured when I found her,
I'd just know.

So why is she
so hard to find.

Because you have this long
line of gorgeous women

who throw themselves at you and tell you
what you want to hear, blocking your view.

Which is fine by me, because as your
best friend and personal assistant,

I do not mind being surrounded
by beautiful superficial women.

But the woman
of your dreams...

she may be a little
deeper in the crowd.

There you are. Finally. I was
about to give up on you.

-Are you Zelda?
-I am.

And you're the woman who
called about the custom dress.

Yes, that's right, and you have
a stocking and a mask to match?

Yes, I was inspired
to design this dress

as soon as I heard about
the Christ-Masquerade ball.

What a brilliant idea
for the party.

I put this dress aside for you. It's going
to go beautifully with your coloring.

Well, it's not for me,

but the person it's for has the same
coloring, so it's good, I guess.

But I designed the dress
especially for you.

I bet you say that
to all your customers.

Not all. But when
I do, it's true.

You don't know me.

I've seen you
in the neighborhood.

You go to that funny international
restaurant down the street.

Yeah.

And the cemetery.
Who do you visit there?

My parents.

You've really seen me?

You struck me as a woman
who wears a mask.

A mask that keeps you from seeing
how special you really are.

I made you a mask and a
dress to do the opposite.

I really hate to give
it away, but I have to.

Well, I don't let a dress leave
here until it's been fitted.

So you're going to have to
at least try it on.

If you insist.

I told you.

It's like wearing magic.

I've never worn anything
like this before.

I look like a completely
different person.

You look like the person
you are on the inside.

You were meant
to wear this dress.

Fits like a dream.

I just hope it fits the person
that's meant to wear it.

She can be...

Difficult.

To say the least.

Thank you. Thank you
for being so kind to me.

God, I really best
get going.

Candace, your appointment
started half an hour ago.

Your stylist stayed late
to fit you in.

Those butchers you sent me to
ripped my skin off!

What?

What do you mean? -I had some
sort of allergic reaction

to my diamond facial and I know
I'm not allergic to diamonds.

So I don't know
what they were using.

This is all your fault!

What... No...
You gave me their number.

You have had their peels
so many times before.

Sure, put it back on me,
like you always do.

Now I can't go
to the Christ-Masquerade ball.

What? You can't go?

No! My face is all red!

You're going to be
wearing a mask.

For my eyes,
not my whole face!

I'm so sorry,
but she isn't coming.

- You're here.
- No, I couldn't...

And you did pay in advance.

Oscar Wilde did say,
the only way

to get rid of temptation
is to yield to it.

Get in the chair.

Hello?

Where are you?

-I'm driving.
-On your way home, I hope.

No.

Exactly what
I was afraid of.

I just realized that it might
have crossed your mind

to go to the Christ-Masquerade
ball yourself.

-Well...
-I knew it!

Don't even think about it, Angie,
he gave that invite to me!

Yes, because he thought
you planned the ball.

And I'm sure he actually meant to
give the invite to the company.

Please. He didn't
really give me the invite

because he liked my ideas.

And if you go,
I'm liable to think

that you staged this
whole facial mishap on purpose.

And that will be very hard
for me to overlook.

I'm sorry, Candace, I...

I don't know what
I was thinking.

You weren't, and don't act
like I'm being so unfair.

If the invite really was
for the company

that we still
share 50-50,

that means we share it.

So if I can't go,
you can't go!

That's not how
sharing works.

If I hear that you were seen at the ball
before leading clean up crew at midnight,

I will be very upset.
Understood?

You won't hear that
anyone saw me.

Wait. Wait for me.

Please.

Hi.

You have your invitation
and stocking?

Yes, sir.

Very good.

Welcome.

Nicholas always throws
great parties, but this...

It's on
another level.

This decor is stunning!

I've got to get the name
of this planner.

Attention, everyone!

Welcome,
Christ-Masqueraders.

Please make your way
to the tree of stockings

and choose one that
is not your own.

Each stocking contains five
items of no monetary value,

but which have significance
to the owner.

The point of
the game is to find

the owner of the stocking
which you selected.

Now should you meet someone
and find that the two of you

have chosen
each other's stockings,

well, we have a match!

And the two of you will win a grand
prize to be announced at midnight.

Let the game begin!

Can I take this one?

I chose you.

How do you know
it was me?

It's hard not to notice you
from across the room.

And your stocking,
it matches your dress.

Yes.

I chose it because
it's clearly one of a kind.

Yeah, that's why
I chose this one.

Looks like it's seen
30 Christmases.

I mean, obviously,
he really cherishes this.

Indeed, he does.

This is yours?

Did we just
win the game?

Well, I wonder what
our prize is?

I think I'm looking at her.

Would you dance with me?

Yes.

Will you come with me?

These beef puffs
are amazing.

Thank you.

I mean, I know.

This is my best party ever.

This is the best party that I've ever
been to. Not like this is my party.

Because that would make you
Nicholas Carmichael.

And you're definitely
not him.

Have you met him?

I've encountered him.

What did you think?

I think he has excellent
taste in party planners.

I love Christmas.

The decoration,
the music, it's magical.

You know, the stocking's
always been my favorite part.

You never know what
you'll find inside.

That's right. It could
have candy, toys, jewelry.

You like jewelry?

No, I don't know anything
about jewelry.

Not even
a fantasy wedding ring?

I haven't even thought
about my wedding.

Or the man I'm going to marry,
let alone a ring.

I just feel like,
when you know...

I'll know.

My mother looks at me
like I've never struggled.

But what she doesn't understand
is that, she is my struggle.

I know, I know
I'm very lucky.

I've been in the family
business my entire life.

I understand it
more than anyone else.

And I don't just kick back
and collect gift bags.

Your mother may not
appreciate that, but I do.

-You do?
-Yes.

I'm in a family business with someone
who is a gift bag collector.

I respect what your mother
is trying to do.

She's trying to prevent her son
from being one of those people.

But I can't imagine
how upset I'd feel

if someone thought
I was like that when I wasn't.

Exactly.

I just want my hard work
and ideas to be acknowledged.

Does that make sense?

More than you would know.

I want to know everything.

I really want you
to know about me, I...

I'm just a girl
who's trying to be brave.

How mysterious.

I guess tonight we can
both just be ourselves.

And nobody needs to know
that we're vulnerable.

Or hopeful.

Or romantic.

Or both.

Attention,
Christ-Masqueraders!

It's five minutes
to midnight.

If any of you have found
your match this evening,

please join me front and center
to see what you've won.

Front and center?

That's us. We can finally
take these masks off.

-We're taking our masks off?
-What'd you think?

We have to keep them on
for the rest of our lives?

I hadn't really thought about it.
I was caught up in the moment.

Then stay there.

What if I don't fit in
after I take my mask off?

Fit in?

If you fit in, then you
would've never stood out.

Now if we get
to choose our prize...

what will you pick?

For this moment
to never end.

Me, too.

It's four minutes
to midnight!

Everyone, please start
making your way down.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry,
I've gotta go.

Of course.
I'll see you down there.

You made it after all.

I told you, you were
meant to wear this dress.

Zelda, what are you doing here?

Have you had
fun tonight?

The best night of my life.

I'm afraid if I don't leave now,
my life is going to be over.

If it's your old life,
how bad is that?

Are you sure you want to
turn your back on the unknown?

The unknown is where everything
you don't have lives.

I'm sorry,
I've gotta go.

-Hey!
-Hey, Angie!

Hey, guys.

You're missing
a heck of a party.

She knows what she's missing.
She planned it.

Don't rub it in.

It's okay. You know how
I love being in the kitchen

cleaning up to the wee
hours of the morning.

I hear Otto's retiring.
Is this good news?

Yeah, the business
is going to be mine.

Eventually.

Finally, end of an era.
What a relief.

Yeah. Hey, we want to throw a "Candace
isn't our boss anymore" party.

-Could you maybe, help us plan that?
-Yeah.

I could give you
a few ideas.

I want to go see what Nicholas
Carmichael considers a grand prize?

-Okay, have fun. Bye.
-Bye.

We have a bit
of a problem here, folks.

We had a match,
but we lost one half of it.

Does anyone know the woman whose
dress matches this stocking?

Anyone?

Hey, Candace.

I'm here.

Tiding up,
as instructed.

You look terrible.
Good night.

Well, Miss,
I hope you're just stuck

in a powder room somewhere
with a broken lock,

because you're depriving my anonymous
friend here of his half of a prize.

And, by the looks of it...

you've broken his heart.

Jenny.

I met the most incredible
man last night

and we talked and then
we danced all night.

Let's see
what's in his stocking.

Maybe I just imagined
how amazing he was.

Because it was
my first night out.

Let's see what's in here.

Broken watch.

He's mysterious.

A rock. So...
he likes the outdoors.

Good.

He's homely.

Spearhead gum.

He was sentimental last night.

There's got to be more
into this than fresh breath.

Wait, what's this?

And funny, look!

He's perfect.

How am I ever going
to find him again?

-Any luck?
-No.

And I've called every
single name on this list.

What did you tell 'em?

I said that something valuable was
mistakenly left in one of the stockings

and then I had them describe
the stocking that they brought

and the stocking that they picked
and I told them that I was you,

so they wouldn't lie to me.

Well, you tried, right?

She said that she
wouldn't fit in.

Maybe she wasn't
invited directly.

She's got to be
one of the plus ones.

-Or maybe she snuck in.
-No.

How could someone sneak in?

An employee, maybe. Or
maybe she stole an invite.

Sneaking in is one thing,
but she's not a thief.

Can you get me a list
of all the workers...

-caterers, valet, band...
-I don't have all that.

They were hired
by the event planner.

Can you get me the number
to the event planner?

They're downstairs right now
finishing clean up.

I'm going to go look around.

See if we left anything in any
other parts of the house.

Candace, people let us into their homes
because they trust us to be professional.

Don't go snoop.

I didn't keep ice on my face all
night, then wake up at 6:00 a.m.

and spend three hours
in a salon on hair and make-up

just to hide in the kitchen.

We were supposed to have
our moment last night.

We were meant to have it,
so I'm going to get it.

I'm so sorry.
Let me help you.

Thank you.

Have we met?

Sort of.

Last night at the ball.

No. I was just with the
clean-up crew after midnight.

But we have met before
with my cousin.

Your cousin?

-The one that I invited to the ball.
-Yeah. The one and only.

Is she here right now? -Yeah.
Yeah. She's just right...

through there.

Nicholas.

-You!
-Candace.

Candace.

-Last night, you...
-I abandoned you.

I apologize from the bottom
of my heart, honestly.

What happened? I looked
everywhere for you.

I wanted so badly to be there, but I
had an allergic reaction just before...

Wait, before? When?

At about 4:45 yesterday.

I'm confused.

Where were you
at midnight?

In bed icing
down my face.

So you weren't
even at the ball?

No, silly, that's what
I've been trying to tell you.

Nic... Nicholas.

- Where are you...
- ...going?

-I get that you liked her.
-Don't use past tense.

I get that you like her.

But maybe, it's because she ran
off, so you can't have her.

Don't say "can't."

Okay, what do you
plan to do if...

When you find her.

You're going to say, "Hey, maybe
we should hang out sometime

as long as you're not looking
for something serious."

She doesn't sound like
the type to go for that.

No, no, she's not.

But maybe I don't
want that from her.

Well, what do you want?

You know,
for the first time,

and I might be completely
crazy, but I think...

No! I know that I want with her
what all my exes wanted with me.

Marriage?

Well, how do you
propose to find her, man?

"Propose to find her."

You're a genius, Max.

-What are you doing?
-I'm just... Wait.

Are you calling me
from the living room?

If it's not watching the Nicholas
Carmichael announcement,

stop it and start that.

He just left us a message booking
us again for Christmas Eve.

He's using us again!

That's amazing! Yes!

I knew that ball was key.

Not just a party.
His wedding.

To some mystery woman.

Of all the events for me
to miss, it should've been me.

What should've been you?

The mystery woman he met
at the ball, obviously.

Nicholas Carmichael?

Angie...

How can you run an event
planning business

that caters to high society
when you're so out of touch?

I'm sending
you the link.

His message said to bring him
some ideas in the morning

and as you still work for me,
that means you.

I'm too upset to work.

I'm looking for the woman
that brought this stocking

to my Christ-Masquerade ball.

There was to be a prize for any two
guests that chose each other's stocking.

Two guests did,
but one disappeared

before the prize
was presented.

I've decided that the prize,
as host of the party

and also the second half
of the winning team,

is to be a wedding.

On Christmas Eve to me.

I fell in love with the woman
behind the mask.

And unless
I'm completely crazy...

you fell in love with me,
Nicholas Carmichael.

How can this be the man that I spent the
most magical night of my life with?

Look.

Jenny, I won't miss out
on the man I met at the ball.

But if I come clean and tell Candace
I was there, she's going to flip!

I'm pretty sure I can kiss any chance
of me running the business goodbye.

But I won't risk
losing it all,

if what these magazines
say about him is true.

I've got to be sure.

I may have made
a huge mistake.

Yes?

Are you my first candidate?

No.

I'm Angie. I'm the...

I'm here to plan
your Christmas wedding.

I think there's
been a mistake.

I wanted whoever did the ball.
Constance or something.

Have we ever met?

Yes, several times actually.

I planned your
Christ-Masquerade ball.

I work with
my cousin Candace.

Okay.
Well, then I misunderstood.

Well, if I liked the ball before
I like it even more now

that's it solely responsible for
me meeting the love of my life.

The love of your life?

You think I'd just marry
someone who wasn't?

I just find it difficult to believe
that it's the love of your life

after just spending
a few hours with her.

Well, that's exactly
how I know.

You see, I've met
more outstanding women

than most men do
in their entire lives.

So for a woman to stand out
to me, well...

it's very rare.

Well, in my experience it's very rare
for you to remember a woman at all.

Do you speak to all
of your clients like this?

No. Never.

I must have forgotten
myself, too.

I'm sorry. How can I help you, Mr.
Carmichael?

I met a beautiful, confident
woman who truly understands me,

and I want to marry her here
in my house, where we met.

Now I know that
she loves Christmas.

So I was thinking, we could have a
perfect classic Christmas wedding.

I had the same idea, too.

But what happens
if you don't find her?

What do you mean?

Well, what if you
don't recognize her

when she's standing
right in front of you?

I will.
And also, she'll tell me.

Like all those women
outside are telling you.

But they can't all be her.

How can you tell
if they're fake or real?

And what happens if she
doesn't want to marry you.

Who wouldn't want
to marry me?

All right, well, that's
one checked off the list.

Several thousand more to go.

How can you be so sure
I'm not her?

I'm positive
you're not.

-How can you tell for sure?
-Simple.

The woman
I'm looking for likes me.

Why are you asking me
all these prying questions?

I'm just trying to get into
the mind set of the happy couple,

so I can make sure you have
the best wedding possible.

Well, we both
loved the ball.

-So, I trust your judgment.
-Thanks.

I really need to get
back to these interviews.

So if you could just leave the sketches,
I will approve or give notes.

And just like last time, we probably
won't have to see each other,

which I presume will be
amenable to us both.

Yes.

We definitely work better when
we don't have to see each other.

Jenny!

How does one come
to throw their own wedding

without having
any intention of attending it?

I'm getting to think I'm as
nuts as Nicholas Carmichael.

Tabloids! Wonders never cease.

And all about
Nicholas Carmichael.

Thought you couldn't stand him.

I can't. I'm just trying
to get to know him

without actually
having to talk to him.

So shy.

Hey, you were over
there this morning.

What's the inside scoop? Has he
found his mystery woman yet?

No, and he won't.

So I've still
got a shot.

What do you mean?

I mean, if he's not going
to find the real girl anyway,

why couldn't it be me?

Hello?

You two'd be
perfect for each other.

Do you need something, Candace?

Yes! My dress from the ball.
I want to return it.

It's final sale.

That's what they always say.

I've seen this dress.

Can't have.

Yes. I have.

It's all over the Internet.

Someone snuck a camera
into the party

and took a picture of the woman
wearing this dress...

dancing with
Nicholas Carmichael.

It's from behind,
but the dress... Well...

this dress is very distinctive.

And it bears a striking resemblance
to the mystery stocking.

Come on, Candace. Don't let
your imagination run wild.

You went to the ball.

Candace, I can explain...

No need to explain.

Christmas miracles
don't need to be explained.

Wait. I'm confused.
You're happy?

I'm ecstatic.

Now we can convince
Nicholas that you were me.

What?

No, I don't think so.

Not even to have your very own
successful event planning business...

all to yourself...

free of me...

forever?

And all you have to do is
give Nicholas the little nudge

that he needs to be mine.

You want me to trick him?

Well, you already tricked him.

It was supposed to be me
in this dress and at the ball.

He invited me, not you.

He was expecting me.

And you said,
we're perfect for each other.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe he was going to marry
whoever was at that ball.

That's the spirit.

You can fill me in
on everything while I shop

for my engagement
outfit for tomorrow.

-Hey.
-Hi.

So that's how they
make those?

Yup.

This stuff smells great.

You don't want to touch that...

-Yup.
-It's covered in glue.

-Now you have glue on your hands.
-I'm sorry.

-Can you not touch anything?
-I'm sorry!

Let me get that.
Cool.

Thank you.

You've actually got a few
pieces in your hair.

- What? No.
- Would you mind if I...

Sorry.

Thank you. Silly.
Thank you for that.

Can I help?

Yes, as long as you
don't break anything.

I'll try.

I do remember you now.

-You do?
-Yeah.

Before, I remember
talking to you.

You said you worked
the ball after midnight.

Right. Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

She disappeared at midnight.

Well, I thought you ruled
me out because...

the woman has to like you.

You like me.

I can tell.

I do, do I?

Well...

you don't like me, so...

I guess we're
in the clear.

I like you.

Angie?

Nicholas, you remember
my cousin Candace, right?

Of course.
Hello, Candace.

Right. Well...

she's the woman
you've been looking for.

What do you mean?

The stocking was hers.

Search over.

I don't understand.

You told me that
you didn't go to the ball.

I was scared.
You were so intense,

I was afraid of losing your
future business with our company.

I take my work
very seriously.

That's right.

You do.

And of course, I had no idea
it was you who I'd fall...

Who I met at the ball.

So you do feel
the same way.

How could I not?

Then why did you
disappear that night?

I had to get back
to the kitchen.

A job well done is the
most valuable prize to me.

And it wasn't until later I realized I
had no idea how I was going to find you.

And once I learned
who you were,

I was nervous
to say something because...

Well, you're you.

And I'm just the owner
of several successful

small businesses
I run with my bare hands.

Grab your tissues, ladies,

Nicholas Carmichael
is officially off the market.

After a bizarre video call to the missing
party guest he wanted to make his bride,

the ultimate bachelor has finally
found his Princess Charming.

Nicholas? Are you home?

Mother, what are
you doing here?

I saw on the news
you were getting married,

and I felt for sure you were
taken hostage or something.

Well, I made a video saying that I was looking
for the woman that I wanted to marry,

but I never told anyone
that I found her.

I'm not quite sure
how that got out,

but good timing though,
because this is her.

This is Candace Carrillo.

Victoria, it's so
nice to meet you.

Please call me
Mrs. Carmichael.

And she owns
an event planning business

that threw my
Christ-Masquerade ball.

That's me.
Work, work, work.

Well, there's nothing I value more
than an entrepreneurial spirit.

Perhaps we can help you
expand down the road.

Thank you for the offer,
but I'll have to pass.

See, my underprivileged cousin
has lived with my father and I

since her parents died
when she was six.

I think it's only fair that
I share my good fortune

and let her take over
the businesses.

Really?

Well, I'm going to have
my own new family soon,

with their own
business interests.

It'd be greedy of me
to keep my own,

depriving my cousin
of a bright future.

Nicholas, darling,
may I have a word?

I'll be just a minute.

Well, don't be too happy for me.

I needn't worry about that.

Isn't this what you wanted?
I'm settling down,

I'm experiencing the grand
institution of marriage.

And making a mockery of it
with a media circus and...

Well, I won't insult
your fiancée.

All I know is that after
all your big talk about

finding the one,
you couldn't let get away.

I was expecting
something different.

She is different.

-She seems...
-She's not herself right now.

It's a very unusual situation
that she's in.

Stop trying to make me happy.

Can she make you happy?

The point isn't to get married just so you
can claim your inheritance, Nicholas.

The point is to grow up!

Find someone...

who makes you see
what is truly...

truly important in life.

I just have those sketches for the
wedding reception for you to look over.

Angie, wait.

That wasn't what
you think.

You don't have to explain
yourself, Nicholas.

Really.

Candace was not at that ball.

Some poor girl is getting scammed
out of a jackpot marriage

and so is Nicholas Carmichael.

Is he? Maybe he has an ulterior
motive for getting married.

Come on, I don't think so.

He was so sincere
in that video,

and he loved your ball,
so he has taste.

Yeah, but if he's
marrying Candace,

he's clearly not the brightest
bulb in the strand, right?

I'm going to send him
an anonymous note.

No!

What, you want Candace
to get away with this?

We had a deal, remember?

I help convince Nicholas that it was her
and she gives me the business. So, yay!

Why would you be
able to convince him?

The only people
that know what happened

between him and that woman
are him and that woman.

Holy night!

You are the woman!
You went to the ball!

It was totally you!

You know, I always thought Candace
needed to walk a mile in your shoes,

Angie, but this was not
what I had in mind.

Come on, what's the big deal?
Everyone gets what they want.

Carmichael doesn't!
He's in love with you!

He's not
in love with me.

He thinks Candace is me.

So you're going to let
him ruin his life?

Look, the guy I met at the ball

was sweet and charming
and sincere.

The guy in there,
he has his own agenda.

I'm not being a pawn
in someone else's game.

Come on, guys, it's about time
I look out for myself for once.

Yeah, but Ang, when you
fall in love with someone,

looking out for one of you
is looking out for both of you.

Love?

How could I love
Nicholas Carmichael?

I'm not even sure
which him is him.

Now I know
these don't look splashy,

but they're all
one-of-a-kind pieces.

Vintage, modern,
all unique.

Which I thought
might make you happy.

Have you given further
thought to what you might want?

I don't know.

Maybe a five-carat pink diamond
with white diamond accents

and an eternity triple
shank band in rose gold?

Or something like that?

I thought you didn't know
much about jewelry.

Why would you think that?

Because that's what
you told me at the ball.

You said that you'd never
envisioned your wedding

or your husband
or your ring.

You said that you believed that when the
time was right, you'd just... know.

See, that's what happened.

I got here
and I just knew.

Do you know how you're going
to propose to me yet?

Didn't I already do
that in the video?

Well, typically, a man makes
a grand public proclamation

of his love on one knee.

Right. Of course, I guess
I wasn't on one knee.

How thoughtless of me.

Of course.
I will plan something.

Tomorrow? Around sunset
for the best lighting.

Okay.

You've got to help me.

What is it now, Candace?

Nicholas knows
some thing's wrong.

- Really? Right.
- I think so.

What? What do you
want me to do about it?

You know those
little ear pieces

you use at parties to
communicate with the employees?

You cannot be serious.

You just have to listen in
on a couple of dates.

Feed me some lines, and save me if he
references something I don't know.

Candace, that's absurd. No.

I just need you to help me convince him
that I'm the woman that he met at the ball,

so that he'll relax and let
himself fall in love with me.

He has some major
trust issues.

Well, I can't
imagine why.

What are we
doing out here, Nicholas?

Well, it's dusk, like you
said, so I thought...

Do you not like restaurants?

I thought that the place where
we almost shared our first kiss

might be a bit more meaningful.

The front of the house.

Right... here...

in the front of the house.

At the ball...

when I first met you...
Well, when I first saw you...

I knew you were different.

Are you starting?

Is that a selfie stick?

Well, that's the price of
you making this so private.

I know
it's a little obtrusive,

but if I don't film it,
who will?

I mean, we wanna remember
this forever, don't we?

Okay, I can go
along with that.

He's going with it?

In a sea of masks,
I only saw you.

I was drawn to you,
and when I got to know you,

I became even more certain that
I was meant to be with you.

You're so smart,
you're fun,

you're beautiful...

and you understand me.

I want to feel the way that I felt at
that ball for the rest of my life.

I never want that
moment to disappear.

Candace Carrillo...

Carrillo. Carmichael.

I don't have to change
my initials.

It's so cute when that happens.
It's like it was meant to be.

Yeah, well, I was
the one at the ball.

It isn't about you.

Sorry?

What did I miss?
Did you say something?

Yeah,
will you marry me?

Yes, of course.

My ring! Where did it go?

I think it landed
in the pond.

Can we just clean that one up
or do you need a whole new one?

A whole new one.

We're going to have
to re-shoot this anyway.

Such a waste.

How long till
dinner's ready?

My words and memories
are one thing, Candace...

Actually, they're two.

But promising you'll
cook him dinner?

-You can't cook.
-Where are the glasses?

This was his idea,
believe me.

I was pushing for the rooftop
Michelin star restaurant downtown,

but he loves some beefy puffs
you made at the ball

and asked
if I would make him some.

Do you need to keep
an eye on the kitchen?

We can hang out
in there if you want.

No! No. The beef can practically
puff itself up at this point.

You make this all look
so effortless.

Angie's always sweating. She's got her
hair sticking out all over her head.

She's on her knees
half the time.

Tell me about it,
she's a disaster.

Not a good idea to insult
the person cooking your food.

I kind of think it's cute
how frazzled she gets.

I can't really think that she's just
a pay-check and gift bag collector.

It must've been just some sibling-like spat
that you were having that night, right?

-What?
-Repeat.

"After a good dinner,
one can forgive anybody,

even one's own relations."
Oscar Wilde. Say it.

"After a good dinner,
one can forgive anybody.

Even one's own relations."
Oscar Wilde.

It really is you.

Yes. What can I say?

I just prefer other people's
thoughts to my own.

Especially really old people who
weren't limited to 140 characters.

No, but really, why do you have
something like that memorized?

Some people know how to say things
in a way that makes people listen

and remember who said it.

It's a talent
I wish I had.

Some people know how to say things in
a way that make other people listen

and remember who said it.

It's a talent I wish I had.

I remember everything you said.

I even remember when you
accidentally thanked me at the ball

for raving about
the beef puffs.

Okay, enough about
the beefy puffs.

Don't you think it's odd that we're
going to be married in two weeks

and we haven't
even kissed yet?

Well, now that
you mentioned it.

You're different
in real life.

I warned you.
I was trying to be brave.

I warned you.
I was trying to be brave.

Yes. Yes, you certainly did.

You know, something
that I think is amazing,

we've never
actually discussed.

Honeymoon destinations?

No. No, the items
in our stockings.

Right.

I would love to hear what you
think the meaning of mine were.

You're on.

The only thing I know about broken clocks
is that they're right twice a day.

Broken clocks are right
twice a day?

Yes! Yes, that's the closest thing
I've ever gotten to a life philosophy.

We really are meant
to be together.

Yes, we are.

I can't believe
that you guessed that.

Okay, well, what about
the Spearhead gum?

The gum is obviously because you
like to have fresh breath for kissing.

No, that's the first product
that I ever got to spearhead.

That's why I called
the gum Spearhead.

I got to supervise the
packaging and everything.

What about the stone?

There was a stone?
A gem?

Ice cold.
Stop talking.

A rock.
It was a rock from Greece.

It was the first trip that I
ever took overseas by myself.

I never felt
so free.

I was just
thinking, no joke.

Greek salad
for the reception.

Is there any

Obviously the candles,
because you're romantic?

Well, I love to travel
and I get homesick.

And I found that, by lighting
a candle from home,

I could make any hotel room
feel like home.

So I pack one, but I
always forget matches.

Speaking of matches.

And flames, and heat.

You need
to check the kitchen?

No, I think
I've got it from here.

You know if you two get married,

he and I will see each other
a lot over the years.

He's going to figure
it out someday.

I don't think so.

-What?
-Nothing. Focus.

No? You want some?

Yeah.

It's good, right?

Told you.

Like...

What? I have
something on my face?

Where?

A little.

Down a little.

Up.
Up all the way.

Up a little.

Like this?

I noticed a lot of your
sketches were from here.

How'd you know
it was my favorite spot?

It is?

Good... guess, I guess.

Angie, what does Greece
make you think of?

Mythology.

The ocean.

Naps in the sun.

Not that I know
first hand.

I haven't been there.

I haven't been anywhere,
actually. Why?

Why do you ask?

No reason.

Are you okay?

Yeah, no.
I'm fine.

Just jitters, I guess.

There's nothing to be
jittery about.

You know about
my inheritance.

How I have to be married
in order to claim it.

That was a clause my parents put
into my trust when I was a toddler.

I could've claimed it
a long time ago,

but my inheritance isn't
about money for me, it's...

It's about freedom.

And I wouldn't exactly be free
if I married the wrong person.

And you think Candace
is the wrong person?

I don't know if I was just spell-bound
by the magic of the ball,

but I certainly felt
like I was in love.

We're friends, right, Angie?

Yeah. Yeah,
we're friends.

So I can trust you.

What if Candace isn't
the woman from the ball?

Candace has proven
that she is.

Right. Yes, she has.
She has.

Maybe I'm just wishing
that she's not,

so that the problem
wouldn't be with me.

I mean, the truth is it's entirely
possible that this is just my...

usual commitment phobia.

Except...

Except what?

I still feel like
I'm in love.

Just not when
I'm around Candace.

Nicholas! Where
are you, my turtle dove?

Candace, there's something
I have to tell you.

Is it Nicholas' favorite color,
because that's come up a few times?

No.

Candace, I care about you
and Nicholas, as a friend.

I know you do,
Angie, I can see that.

That's why I know how much it will
hurt you to never see him again.

What do you mean?

You wanna tell the truth.

Yes.

Of course, you do,
because you're you.

But there's a point of no return,
Angie, and we've passed it.

Do you really think that Nicholas
will still consider you his friend

if he found out
what you've done?

He won't have anything to do with either
of us romantically or platonically.

Keep our little secret and you
get to keep your new friend.

And your career,
and your family.

Tell the truth and...
you could lose everything.

But, it's your choice.

Who's been naughty
and who's been nice?

What?

I can wear this to a
Christmas wedding, right?

Yes. It's perfect.

For the mall!

You can't walk me
down the aisle in that?

This picture cannot go
in a magazine.

All right. All right.

I'm just so happy that
both my girls are so happy,

and our family
is getting bigger.

I've worked my whole life to make
sure that you both have the best.

And it's all finally
coming together.

You'll meet the right guy
someday, too, Ang.

Santa knows.

So you go through
these great to find

this rare woman
and now you want someone else?

I know what you're thinking.

This is just
the old Nicholas Carmichael

being itchy
about commitment,

but maybe it's not.

I can't be sure of how I'm feeling
until I know for sure if it was

Candace that I met
at the ball or Angie.

Or someone else
entirely.

How're you
going to find out?

Her stocking.

There's a line about books and
covers that probably applies here.

Not especially telling, unless
we dust it for fingerprints.

Candace has
quoted him.

And so has Angie.

Not entirely helpful.

For her sketches.

That again, whittles it down
to Candace or Angie

instead of a third party.

All right.

Do either of them
have pets?

I don't know.

Your marriage is off
to a great start.

Matches!

The thing that I always
forget to pack!

See, I'm not crazy. The girl at
the ball is the girl for me.

And she's either
Candace or Angie.

Now this I can work with.

Is this your first time
at Ate-y Days?

Bueno! Well, we are
an international restaurant,

featuring a constantly revolving
menu of dishes from other countries.

No American food here.

Our holiday special
is Hungarian goulash,

and Danish Aebleskiver
for dessert. Sample?

So what did we learn from that besides Ate-y
Days is the best place in town for goulash?

I don't know. But it doesn't seem like the
kind of place that Candace would ever go.

It seems like more of a place
for a woman who...

longs to travel.

Nicholas, where are you going?

-Hey, Zelda.
-Max!

You two know each other?

Yeah, we've been using her
for tailoring for years.

She was at the ball.

So was that dress
in the window.

Could you tell me
who bought it

and what
it's doing back here?

Long story.
Why do you ask?

Well...

The woman who bought it
said it wasn't for her.

But I ran into her at the ball right
after midnight as she was leaving,

and she was indeed
wearing it.

And then she returned it?

No, three days later a
different woman returned it...

claiming it didn't fit.

I gave her a full refund
to stop the yelling.

And also because I do have a
soft spot for this dress.

Do you know where we can find
either of these two women?

Well, the one who returned it
should be easy enough to find.

You're engaged to her.

I thought I might be.
And the other?

Well, all I know is that
she visits her parents

at the cemetery,
down the street.

Angie.

I'd like to buy this dress
from you, if I could.

Where are you going now?

To have a little chat
with my fiancée.

Baby cakes!

Is this a bad time?

I do wish you would've called

so I could've gotten
myself ready first.

I'll bet. Can I come in?

I might have some left-over beefy
puffs in the fridge... -No thanks.

Please. Have a seat.

You never told me the meaning
of the items in your stocking.

I'd love to hear.

I just remembered I have a
quick phone call to make.

-If you'll excuse me.
-To Angie?

Why would you think that?

Just take a look inside.

Of course,
my ferret.

Juicy.

It's a bunny.

-Is it here in the house?
-No!

It's dead.

Really miss it.

Is it buried in the same cemetery
that this rose came from?

From the same cemetery where
Angie's parents are buried?

You mean my aunt and uncle?

I was close with them, too,
you know?

For lighting candles.

You ever been
to that restaurant?

I must have. Once.

Could you give me
a quote by Oscar Wilde?

Really putting me
on the spot here.

Would you give me
a quote by anyone?

"Quotes are for nerds."
Candace Carrillo.

Joking. Obviously.

I had an idea for an ice
sculpture for the reception.

Would you sketch it for me?

I...

Okay. You got me.

I was so busy getting ready
for your ball that I...

delegated the filling
of the stocking to Angie.

So she chose
these things.

I'm sorry. But it really was
me that you met at the ball.

Why did you return the dress?

I... must've still been under
the hazy spell of the ball

because I don't even
remember doing that.

Thank you so much for
getting it back for me.

Would you try
it on for me?

I would love to see you
in it again.

Beautiful.

Can you turn around for me?

This dress really is
much better from the front.

It really is a magical ensemble.

I've been stress eating.

What about my stocking?
Do you have it here?

I didn't know that we were
supposed to keep those.

You threw out
my childhood stocking?

As a symbol of putting
childish things behind you.

Candace, isn't it time that we both admitted
it was Angie that I met at the ball?

How can you say that?

Look, I know I haven't
been myself lately,

but I don't think you understand the amount
of stress that a wedding puts on a bride.

They usually get a year to plan.
I've got two weeks.

I was taking a leap of faith based on
that magical night that we shared,

and I thought you were
doing the same for me.

But if your accusations
are correct...

and I'm not saying they are...

Angie is helping you plan
your wedding to someone else.

She doesn't love you.

I do!

Hey.

Do you think I should
get married tomorrow?

Speak now or forever
hold your peace.

What does it matter
what I think?

I like you.

Yeah. I like you, too.

But you don't love me.

That's an odd question.

Do you love me?

I don't know
if I can trust you.

I don't know whether I can
trust you either.

Me? What have I
ever done to you?

Not me, but the tabloids are filled
with your past relationships,

and they don't exactly
have happy endings.

Okay, but the question is whether you
think that my past relationships

are based on who I am
or who I was with.

If you think it's who I am, then
sure, I would be the same with you,

but if you think
it was who I was with,

well, then,
my past is irrelevant.

I would be different
with you because...

because you're different.

But maybe you're not different.

Maybe you've been lying to me
this entire time to make sure

that someone in your family
gets my inheritance.

Accusing me of gold-digging isn't
going to get me to open up.

Well, then what is?

-Knowing what you want!
-I know what I want.

If you did, you would not be
standing here talking to me

when you have a wedding scheduled
to somebody else tomorrow.

When I lost you...

I tried to be grateful
for whatever I had.

'Cause I knew how easily
I could lose it.

I was so close to getting
everything I thought that I wanted.

That night at the ball
with Nicholas was...

so much more.

But I was too scared
to accept it.

And now I've lost
everything.

Regardless of what happens,
I can't do this to Nicholas.

Love you.

Candace, you make
a lovely bride.

I know.
Thank you.

It's almost time.
Have you seen Nicholas?

No, but I wouldn't worry.

He'll be here. We're not allowed to
see each other on our wedding day.

My son has put his heart
into this. Into you.

I didn't believe it at first,
but he's changed,

he's becoming the man
he was meant to be.

And that must be
because of you.

So welcome to the family.

Well, better get back
to the guests.

Where have you been?

You've, like, never ever
been late before.

Get over here and help me
with this stupid microphone.

No, Candace.

I'm sorry to ruin your wedding
day, but this is not right.

The ceremony's set
to start in 20 minutes.

I really thought if I didn't
cancel this wedding,

then Angie would be
forced to tell me the truth.

But she's really
going to let me marry Candace.

She doesn't love me.

Well, that finally answers that.

You want me to handle it?

No.

No, I will take care
of this myself.

-I need you to turn the mic on.
-Hurry. Hurry.

Nobody wants
Nicholas to marry an impostor.

You may have been the one at the ball,
but I'm the one at the wedding.

This isn't about
who he ends up with.

This is about
who I am.

I'm done being the person that
doesn't stick up for themselves.

I'm done being the person
that doesn't say how they feel

or what they really want out of
fear of losing what they hold dear.

I'm hurting others, too.

Nicholas now doesn't
believe in love anymore.

I have let your dad be proud thinking
you're this hard-working entrepreneur,

not realizing you have bullied
and blackmailed me

into doing everything for you.

And what's worse, I let it be okay
that you can get anything you want

without deserving a thing,

including marrying someone
who doesn't love you

or you don't love either.

Is that it?

No. Also...

I quit.

Well, we obviously
need some time apart.

You can leave now.

Sure. Right after
I've spoken to Nicholas.

No.

Get! Candace, get...

Candace, no! Candace!

Open up! -Not until
I marry my Nicholas!

Yes?

It's bad luck for you to
see me in my dress on our wedding day.

Well, didn't you
just call my name?

Yes, I was practicing.

You're not dressed?

I wanted to talk to you
about your wedding gift.

Go on.

I've decided to decline
my inheritance.

I want to prove to you
and anyone else who doubts us

that I'm not getting
married for money.

I just can't have people
thinking that of you.

You know what
everyone's going to think?

That's a terrible gift.

I wouldn't want anyone
thinking that of you.

My inheritance is just
this estate,

a few other properties, company stocks
and vehicles and a whole lot of money,

but I'll still have my job.

We can be normal.
We can be anyone we want!

I don't want to be normal.

Can I exchange my wedding gift
for something I like better?

No.
I'm sorry, Candace...

but, this wedding is off.

Good luck with
your future endeavors.

Wait... What?

Candace, sweetie.

Just popped in to tell you
your microphone is on.

Yes.

In fact, all of the guests
outside heard your conversation.

Both your conversations.

Candace, open the door!

Where is he?
Where's Nicholas?

He's already gone! He said
something about getting away.

-What?
-I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

I still think I'm the one
having the worst day here.

God!

Candace.

I thought Max might be
lying for you.

But were you lying? About
giving up your inheritance?

Can we please talk about
this later, Mother?

I have a lot on
my mind right now.

That is why I'm here, Nicholas.

I'm going to sign your
inheritance over to you.

But I didn't get married.

And you don't have to.

Your decision today
not to get married

showed very
good judgment.

So you don't think
it was just commitment phobia?

Not after learning that Candace
wasn't who she said she was.

Which is a bit of a relief, actually.

And not after learning
that her cousin

is really the one you
fell in love with at the ball.

That girl... is special.

But she didn't
tell me the truth.

She doesn't love me.

Well...

if you haven't told her
that you love her...

you haven't been
honest either.

If you'll excuse me, I just
want to be left alone.

Candace has
something she wants to tell you.

Candace?

Tell Angie what
you told me.

I guess I just always felt like
my dad loved you more than me

because you're both
such hard workers.

Sometimes I even felt like
he would prefer it

if you were
his real daughter.

And us being equals
was unfair to me.

I just wanted to achieve
something for myself

and I thought that becoming
a Carmichael would be so big

that he'd have to be
proud of me.

Just be yourself, honey,
and I will be.

And you will be, too.

And I'm sorry that in trying to make
things equal, I made them unfair.

And I'm sorry for being
a father-figure

that neither one of you
feels you can confide in.

I'm so sorry, Angie.

The event planning business
is yours, obviously.

You've earned it.

Thank you.

Come on, Candace.

Let's leave them
some privacy.

Them?

Go get him.

I thought you got away.

That was a lie.

Though, in my defense, I thought
you didn't want to see me.

I didn't realize that you were
just locked outside.

I'm so sorry.

I was hurt.

Mad.

I shouldn't have lied to you.

And I wanted
to tell you the truth,

but I thought you
wouldn't want to see me again.

I was hoping that you'd
figure it out for yourself.

I did.

Just a little late.

I was kinda hoping that you would
tell the truth on your own.

I did...

just a little... late.

I guess we can both
work on our timing.

I'm glad somebody
put those to good use.

Angie, you know, the women in those
magazines only wanted my money.

And so I never had to wonder
how the rest of me stacked up.

When I met someone
who didn't want my money...

I wasn't sure
if she'd want me.

You were insecure?

You remember that
day in the study?

Well, you said it...

"What if she doesn't
want to marry you?"

It gave me pause.

Of all the things for you
to remember.

How could I forget? That was the
first day that I saw the real you.

You were a business
woman that day.

A scullery maid the next.

A close friend
the week after.

And my show-stopping
soul mate at the ball.

I didn't know if a woman
like you would have me.

I never thought a man
like you would want me.

Then I guess we have more
in common than we thought.

We're both kind...

understanding...

creative, intelligent...

terribly humble.

We both love me.

I don't know
if you love me, Angie...

but I love you.

Yes.

Yes, I love you.

Well, then, go take
a look in that stocking.

Angie, will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes!