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(sewing machine clicking)

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Morning, ladies. - Hi, Cindy.

Mother of the bride.

- On it. - Wait. Hold on.

What's wrong?

This was her own mother's wedding.

Married 60 years.

Think of that. 60 years.

See the lace there?

I'd like to incorporate that in our dress. Don't you think?

Mm-hmm. She is going to love it.

You're always adding that romantic touch.

And someday,

your name is going to be on these dresses.

Yeah. Someday.

Cindy?

In here. Where I always am.

Great news.

The Bremmers are adding a cocktail party

before the wedding.

All new dresses.

Oh. Um, but isn't that supposed to be when--

Rebecca: Next week.

We're just going to have to roll up our sleeves

and work a little overtime.

Um, Rebecca, I promised that I would give them some time off.

Oh, I'm sorry. But the Bremmers are one of my biggest clients.

The paparazzi will be there.

This could be another cover.

Uh, I know. It's just we, um--

I'll pay you double time. I promise.

(Rebecca chuckling)

Tinkering again?

Oh, yes. Um,

Rebecca, I thought on this dress if we rounded

the bottom up more towards the knees in this dress,

it would actually--

- Help? - Help.

Smooth out the curves.

Mm-hmm.

Good idea. Yes, I like it. Nice.

- (phone ringing) - (gasping)

That's Mrs. Bremmer.

Keep at it.

Heidi, darling.

Mrs. Bremmer: Rebecca, darling. Thank you so much.

I know it's late notice,

but we can't be caught in the same dresses.

Rebecca: Not a problem at all.

In fact, I made a slight change to your dress.

Very subtle, but it'll curb the curves just a little,

if you know what I mean.

Mrs. Bremmer: You're a genius, Rebecca.

(laughing)

Yeah. Genius.

(chuckling)

How long are you going to keep covering for her?

I am not covering for her, Reg. I'm just doing my job.

No, you're doing her job. They're your designs, Cindy.

You should start getting credit for them.

I know. You know, it's always been my dream

to have my own design line.

Yeah? Well, you are the wizard behind the curtain.

Rebecca promised that she'd help me start my own brand.

It just has to be the right timing.

It's never going to be the right timing,

'cause without you she's done.

You know, she's going to dangle that carrot forever.

No. I'm not going to let that happen.

And besides, Rebecca, she toiled herself for years,

and she is a genius when it comes to business.

And you are a genius at designing dresses.

They should be your own.

They will be, someday.

Mm-hmm.

Reporter: And some fun news in this morning.

This year's Hamilton Charity Ball

is going to be held right here in Philadelphia,

at the Hamiltons' historic Chestnut Hill Estate.

America's largest and most opulent private residence

is home sweet home for Gerald, Gloria,

Virginia and Brooke Hamilton.

As everyone knows, the Hamiltons are American royalty.

Gerald and Gloria Hamilton

are close friends with the royals,

and Gloria Hamilton herself hinted that

Prince Ronan Higgins, considered to be

the world's most eligible bachelor,

may in fact be the guest of honor.

Of course, the burning question is

who will be Prince Ronan's date?

The Hamilton ball is going to be a who's who,

and the most sought-after invite of the year.

In other news--

Rebecca: Gloria Hamilton had a falling out with Rachel Mann,

the biggest designer in Europe.

Rebecca, the party is only two weeks away.

This is the opportunity of a lifetime.

I'm going to need more staff.

This is my in to the highest-level client.

I mean, think of the rarefied air.

- And a raise. - You want a raise?

No. For my current staff.

They haven't had a day off in a month.

Agreed.

How many dresses do you need?

Gloria Hamilton.

Her mother-in-law, Virginia.

Daughter Brooke.

Whoever Prince Ronan brings as his date.

Somebody new, I'm sure.

I think the expiration date on his lady friends

is a month or less.

So, that's at least four.

Who knows how many others she'll invite?

Okay, but it's only two weeks away,

and we have the Bremmers and all our other clients

that we have to take care of.

I know.

And when we're done with this,

we'll talk about more than just a raise for the others.

You mean helping me start my own brand?

Before too long,

Prince Ronan will be forced to get married.

If I do this right,

I'll be designing a royal wedding.

I wouldn't ask, you know--

Of course.

Fantastic!

(chuckling, sighing)

Oh, I have to leave.

I'm having lunch with Gloria Hamilton,

and I have to get my nails done.

I'll let her know everything's going to be perfect.

Seriously?

I know, I know. It's going to be a lot of work.

But if we get this done, you're all going to get

a week's vacation, paid.

And you're all going to get a raise.

Let's get to work.

♪ I used to think you learned the lesson ♪

♪ Crossed her off the list

♪ But now your phone is ringing all day ♪

♪ Mine has no battery

♪ Some say it's okay you're lying ♪

♪ Listen, baby why are you crying ♪

(woman singing indistinctly)

♪ I'm sorry that you were the missing ♪

♪ At least in my heart

♪ And now it's crumbling down

Oh!

(laughing) I'm so sorry.

Ah, I'm sorry.

- I did not mean to scare you. - Oh, that's okay.

I, uh-- I'm really sorry that--

(gasping)

(both gasping)

You're Prince Ronan Higgins.

Yes. I am, last I checked.

And you are?

Cindy.

Cindy Cordella.

Last time I checked.

Cindy, you have a-- You just have a--

- Oh. I have a-- - Yeah.

(gasping)

Oh. Oh. Hmm.

Full makeup.

Hello.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt your work.

No. No, it's fine.

It's totally fine, actually.

Um, we were just working on all the dresses for the party.

Well, Mrs. Hamilton's party.

Nice. Rebecca Raslyn.

Gloria says she's the best available.

Is she here?

Uh, no. She's actually out having lunch with Mrs. Hamilton.

Right. Now that you mention it,

I think I'm supposed to be there. My mother--

The queen?

Yes.

I'm sorry. This is just very weird.

Right.

Well, the queen has charged Gloria with my care.

She's like an aunt to me.

I love her to death, but she's driving me crazy.

You'd think I was a schoolboy the way she's watching over me.

I don't think she's even realized

I've snuck out on my own.

Why do some of these have Rebecca Raslyn's name

at the bottom and these ones don't?

Oh. Well, I always have to make minor alterations.

Your job is what, then?

Head seamstress.

Seamstress.

Minor alterations?

Um, yes. I get impulsive ideas.

You see, I like to dare myself to be spontaneous.

Spontaneous?

Yes. As in, well, I get ideas in my head,

and before they leave my head I have to get them on paper,

which, I know, seems very out of character.

since I'm just Ms. Raslyn's head seamstress.

But you wouldn't know that about me,

because you don't know anything about my character.

I'm sorry. Phew. I am talking too much.

Well, since you're the seamstress,

maybe you can help me.

Uh-huh. Of course. What can I do with you?

For-- For you?

You do more than just dresses?

Specifically, suits and the like?

Yes. We do a lot of suits.

I do mean something more in line

with royalty, I hate to say.

Yes. I can do that.

Ms. Raslyn can do that, definitely. She can do anything.

Perfect. As you can imagine,

what I normally wear to this sort of thing

can be quite stuffy.

I thought I might change it up a little.

What did you have in mind?

Well, this is considered a private event.

So, I don't need to wear any official attire.

I just don't want to look too...

(snapping fingers) ...stuffy.

- Yes. - Yes. Okay.

Have you ever considered growing a Van Dyke

or a Verdi or a Garibaldi?

- (laughing) - (laughing)

No. See, you know, my grandfather, he was

rather famous for his Garibaldi, so I like to avoid that.

Okay. What about a Fu Manchu?

(giggling)

Less stuffy, if that makes any sense at all.

Mm-hmm.

Yes. That makes a lot of sense.

Well, I'll pass on all that information

to Ms. Raslyn for you.

I would appreciate that.

Well, okay.

I should let you get back to work.

Yes.

It was nice to meet you, Cindy Cordella.

You too, Prince Ronan.

Just Ronan, please.

But don't tell Mrs. Hamilton. She'll tell the queen.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

Nice meeting you all.

Workers: Nice to meet you.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

"I just get these spontaneous ideas in my head,

and I just have to get them down on paper."

Okay. Go to lunch, or you're all going to get fired.

All right. All right.

Hi there.

Hi.

Uh--

No family crest?

Pardon me?

Well, you said you want to look less official,

so no royal crest on the jacket?

Yes.

I meant to say that before. Thank you. Good.

After the "Fu Manchu" comment,

I thought you might try to dress me up in a clown suit.

You jest.

Right. Well, thanks.

Yeah.

Actually, no. That's not why I'm back.

Would you like to have lunch?

Lunch?

Yes.

- Moi? - Qui d'autre?

Oh, no. I'm sorry.

I couldn't possibly.

Well, why not?

Well, you're Prince Ronan.

We established that earlier.

And I'm me.

We established that, too.

I know, but that's the point.

What's the point?

Well, why would someone like you

want to go out with someone like me?

Why would someone like you want to

go out with someone like me?

- Who wouldn't? - Exactly.

But aren't you supposed to be having lunch with

Mrs. Hamilton and Ms. Raslyn?

I guess I was just feeling

spontaneous.

In the moment, impulsive. Out of character, even.

But you wouldn't know it's out of character,

because we only just met.

That's a good answer.

So?

So, you can just do that?

You can go to lunch with a perfect stranger?

So, you're saying you're perfect?

Oh, no. I'm definitely not perfect.

I jest. And I can assure you,

even members of the royal family need to eat.

But don't you usually get mobbed by people and paparazzi?

Guess we'll find out.

Okay.

Rebecca: Cindy?

- Oh, crud. - What?

Rebecca: Cindy?

Oh, double crud.

I thought it'd be a good idea

to take a rendering or two to show Gloria.

Have you come up with any--

Ms. Raslyn, meet Prince Ronan.

Oh, my.

You are Prince Ronan.

(gasping)

Rebecca Raslyn. It's such an honor to meet you.

The pleasure is all mine.

Are you joining us today for lunch?

No. Something has actually come up.

I'm so sorry.

Oh. That's unfortunate.

- Cindy, actually. - Cindy what?

I was just asking Cindy to lunch.

Oh, I'm so sorry, your highness.

I don't think that's going to be possible.

You see, we're under tremendous pressure

to get all the dresses finished.

So she said.

Another time?

Yes. Of course.

And I'll see you at the estate, for the fittings?

- I'll be there. - Perfect.

Uh, allow me to escort you out.

Thank you.

And you know, remember. Less royal.

Ronan: Thank you very much.

What on earth was that about?

Oh, we were just discussing what he was going to wear

to the ball.

- And? - And nothing.

He actually asked you to lunch?

Actually, yes.

Cindy, sweetie--

Not to mention we don't fraternize with the clients.

He's a member of the royal family.

The press would have a field day.

Besides, his reputation precedes him.

Don't get involved in some romantic folly.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Cindy: Rebecca is right.

There's no way he was asking me out on an actual date.

You're talented and smart. Why wouldn't he?

But he's a prince. I'm not royal.

- Oh. - I can't go out with him.

Well, maybe the fact that you're a commoner is appealing to him.

He has a reputation, you know.

Expects me to fall for him at his feet.

Stop.

What makes him a royal, anyway? Just 'cause he was born into it?

They get built up like some mythical beings.

But some of them are actually humans.

You always hear about supermodels

who never get asked out 'cause guys are intimidated by them.

Well, maybe it's the same thing with him.

He was really nice.

That's a start.

No. I mean, he was real.

He wasn't trying to put on a show.

There was definitely a connection between us.

Didn't you see the connection?

Huh. I saw some drool coming out of the side of your mouth.

Okay.

No. That did not happen.

But when he came back,

he was just real.

Then Rebecca, she had to put an end to it.

- Oh. Shocking. - I know.

She told me not to get caught up in

the romantic follies of it all,

which is her way of warning me to stay away.

Hmm.

So, when are you seeing him again?

I don't know, sir.

- Now, get with your sewing. - Okay.

That butterfly does not look good.

Sure.

(doorbell buzzing)

Concierge: Hamilton estate. May I help you?

Yeah. Hi. My name is Cindy Cordella.

I'm here to do a fitting.

Concierge: I can't hear you.

Oh. My name is Cindy Cordella, and I'm here to do a fitting.

(chuckling)

Concierge: Your name, please?

It's Cindy Cordella. I work for Rebecca Raslyn.

Concierge: Do you have an appointment?

Hello? Are you still there?

Yes. I'm here.

My name is Cindy Cordella.

I'm here to do a fitting for the ball.

Concierge: May I have your name?

Thank you.

Wow.

You must be Cindy.

Gloria Hamilton.

Oh. I know who you are. It's very nice to meet you.

Well, we're very excited to wear Rebecca Raslyn to the ball.

And so pleased that she was willing to take on

such a massive undertaking on such short notice.

Only the highest standards will do.

Yes. Especially when hobnobbing with such honest politicians,

humble public servants and, lest we forget,

unassuming royalty.

Ordinary would never do around here.

My mother-in-law. Virginia Hamilton.

Oh. It's very nice to meet you as well.

Aren't you adorable.

Are you married yet, dear?

Mother--

Oh. Uh, married? Um, no. Not at all.

Oh? Why not?

Oh, Virginia, please.

Well, there must be a reason.

Well, I guess I haven't met the right guy yet.

Maybe the right guy hasn't met you.

Virginia, leave the poor girl alone.

Can we get started?

Oh, yes. Of course.

If we put all the money that we're spending on the ball

toward the charity,

we wouldn't have to have a ball at all.

The point is to raise awareness for the charity, Mother.

The world will be watching,

especially with Prince Ronan as our guest.

It has to be perfect.

It always does.

Where would you like to set up?

Well, wherever there's enough space.

In that case, any room will do. Follow me.

This is all for the ball?

Well, most of it, yes.

But we're also hosting a private dinner party

for some of our more prominent guests.

Oh. There's also a dinner party?

Oh, relax.

We already have our dresses for that.

Not as formal.

We wouldn't want to upstage the ball, would we?

No. Of course not.

You can set up here.

I'll get the others.

Thank you.

So, your boss allows you out of the cellar after all.

When I'm good, yes.

My offer still stands, you know.

And what offer is that?

Lunch.

Oh. Well, it turns out

I'm not allowed to fraternize with the clientele.

Well, they've told me not to fraternize

with their seamstress, so we're even.

But the difference is I'll get fired.

You won't.

After seeing your alterations, I don't think your boss

is going to be firing you anytime soon.

I don't think you know Rebecca Raslyn.

You don't know the Hamiltons. Very tight with my mother.

She's given them carte blanche

to treat me like one of their own.

I have to toe the line.

But I'm willing to risk it if you are.

How are your designs coming?

I'm sorry. Your alterations.

Look. I didn't articulate my job description very well.

These are all Rebecca Raslyn's designs and hers alone.

Uh-huh.

Julia: There you are, Ronan.

I thought you were waiting for me in the parlor.

I got distracted. Sorry.

Ah. This must be our designer.

Uh, no. She's the head seamstress.

Oh. Julia Gilmore.

Oh. Cindy Cordella. I work for Rebecca Raslyn.

Ah. Well, we're all excited.

I'm not as hip to American fashion

as some of the others,

but I hear nothing but the best about Rebecca Raslyn.

She's wonderful and amazing.

Hmm.

Well, I'll be with ladies, my darling.

Nice to meet you, Cindy.

You asked me to lunch, but you have a girlfriend.

I don't have a girlfriend.

Then who was that darling?

She is not exactly my girlfriend.

"Not exactly" means "sort of,"

which means the question still stands.

It has been put upon us to be each other's date to the ball.

By whom?

My mother, of course. The queen.

She and my father are quite eager to get me married off.

To the right sort, of course.

And I take it that she is the right sort?

They seem to think so.

Which means, Ronan,

you have a girlfriend.

Not exactly.

Ronan, I think it'd be best

if you leave the young lady to her work

so that we can get started.

Yes. Of course.

Sorry I distracted you.

I think you'll make her uncomfortable

if you sit and watch.

Well, Gloria, I'm getting fitted as well.

Isn't that right? What we discussed yesterday?

You've already met?

Yes. At their workshop.

Cindy, the ladies would prefer another room.

Less of a chill.

Uh, in what room in this house isn't there a chill, Gloria?

If you'll follow me once again--

Oh, yes. Of course.

(papers rustling)

I will await you here, for my sizing.

Brooke, this is our seamstress.

Cindy: Hi.

Hi. I'm Brooke Hamilton.

Oh, yes. You are Mrs. Hamilton's daughter, correct?

Yes. That is right.

Are these the designs?

Yes. I have several options for you.

All I need to do is take your measurements,

and voila.

You'll be wearing the latest Rebecca Raslyn for the ball.

Well, I'm sure it's not that simple.

Her staff will be working day and night to get these done.

Oh, yes, they will.

My number is on the back of this card

if you have any questions between now and then.

I think we'll be fighting over a few of these.

Oh. I'm wearing that one. Sorry.

What do you think will compliment me best, Cindy?

Oh. I really think that

you'll look fantastic in anything.

You're very sweet.

We really should be asking Rebecca. Don't you think?

Well, isn't she coming?

I mean, surely it'd make a difference

if she actually met us.

Yes. Well, today is just about

discussions and measurements,

and then I'm going to relay all that information to Rebecca.

Yeah. But she can't know exactly what we should wear

until she meets us.

Brookie, you're in good hands.

Brooke: What would you know about it?

You've known her five minutes.

I'm sorry. Is there no respect for the royal opinion

on this side of the pond?

Apologies. I had no idea that you were interested

in being a fashion connoisseur until now.

Brooke, Ronan is our guest.

Maintain decorum, darling.

Don't mind us.

Oh, no.

Ronan is like a brother to me.

Yes. The cherished and respected brother you always wanted.

- You're so charming. - Enough.

On that note, I am going to leave you ladies to it.

- Cindy? - Mm-hmm?

Yes. I will take your measurements.

- I will start with you, Julia. - Yes.

Where's grandmother?

She will have a meltdown if her dress isn't right.

I'll go find her.

Be kind.

Oh, I think your figure is going to be perfect.

Julia: Nonsense.

I've put on a pound since last month.

Do you want to go back to looking stuffy?

Uh, pardon?

Well, I still need to measure you.

Unless you want to go back to

your old standard royal threads, which you say

you always have to wear at these sort of events.

Hmm.

No. I'd like the Cindy Cordella special, please.

You mean Rebecca Raslyn.

If you say so.

She has something in mind for you

that I think you'll like.

Be sure to tell her I appreciate that.

Take off your jacket, please.

I, uh--

Sorry about the confusion.

My situation with Julia.

Is it really that confusing?

Yes, in fact.

Then why did you ask me to lunch, then?

Must I really need a reason to ask you for lunch?

Great works are performed not by strength,

but patience and perseverance.

Can I quote you on that?

I think I read it in a book somewhere.

(Cindy sighing)

You still didn't answer my question.

Like I told you, it was a spontaneous moment.

Impulsive, and maybe out of character.

Must a prince always be in character?

Well, you do tend to gallivant the globe,

accumulating a certain reputation.

Well, I suppose.

It may not seem like it from my public persona,

but my life is so mapped out.

I hardly get to make many choices of my own.

See, my parents are grooming me

to be something that I might not be.

Is that the future king?

That's part of it.

And does that life include the future queen?

But of course.

It's all part of the royal public image.

And Julia comes from a powerful political family.

It's all part of the chess game that politics are.

I probably shouldn't be boring you with all of this.

No.

I thought you were being nicely spontaneous,

which is okay by me.

Okay, then.

When I came to town by myself,

no press, no handlers,

no posing for the paparazzi,

you know, it was the first time I'd done that in a long time.

It was refreshing.

You were refreshing.

Which is what brought out that moment of spontaneity,

I guess.

Because of your momentary freedom,

or me?

Both.

That's an honest answer.

But the fact remains, you have a girlfriend.

She's not my girlfriend.

Does she know that?

Ah, Julia. Hi.

You have trunks full of tuxes.

Do you really need to be tailored?

It would be inappropriate to wear something outdated

to such a big event.

The press can be rather harsh on things like that, right?

Yeah. Yes. Right.

Right.

Virginia is ready for you.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Excuse me.

Any wondrous plans for Saturday evening, dear?

Um, no. I'm just working.

We are having a dinner party here Saturday evening.

You should be our guest.

Oh, no. I couldn't possibly. But thank you so much.

Why not?

Mother, the dinner is in honor of

our guest, Prince Ronan.

And?

And I wouldn't dream of inviting someone without his consent.

Well, in that case, I think it's a marvelous idea.

Unless you have other plans.

Brooke: Honestly, Ronan.

She'll be working on our dresses,

and I mean, it'll be a miracle

if they're done in time as it is.

Then it's settled.

Ronan: I say it isn't.

Wouldn't it be a good opportunity for Cindy

to spend a bit more time with everyone,

get to know them a little better?

Get to know us?

Yes. Uh, to inspire more personalized dresses.

- Exactly. - Exactly.

So, it's settled.

I am so confused. Aren't you the seamstress?

Quite right.

It does seem more prudent to invite Rebecca,

so that she can more personalize our dresses.

Well, you know, Cindy is her eyes and ears, and--

It's a very exclusive list.

For crying out loud, Gloria,

invite them both if you must.

There'll be enough food to feed Philadelphia

and half the poor in the state.

The poor girl is working her tail off

making you look better than you are.

Grandmother!

Gloria: Very well.

Please attend as our guest.

I think it's a great idea.

In fact, bring a date.

Do come to the dinner party, dear.

I have a feeling that you won't be the only one who's inspired.

- Ronan, darling-- - Yes. Of course.

Reggie: So, you're going?

Yeah. I'm going.

It's a work thing.

Unreal.

You're actually going to Prince Ronan's welcome party.

So is Julia, just to be clear.

Uh, his not-girlfriend?

No. It's his girlfriend. Trust me.

There's big a difference between a girlfriend

and a date, and he told you she's just his date.

Yeah, but she doesn't think that he's just her date,

and that matters.

All that matters is what he thinks.

I think he's confused.

Un-confuse him.

No. I'm not doing that. I'm not playing that game.

He should know what he wants.

Yeah. He does.

You should have seen all their faces

when the grandmother invited me to go.

They were all looking at me like evil stepsisters.

Oh. Which could lead to a fairy-tale ending.

What you doing?

Oh, I was just checking

the flow and the movement of the dress.

- It works perfectly. - Okay.

- Rebecca: Cindy? - Oh, in here.

I need something to wear to the dinner party. Any thoughts?

Yes. You have a few dresses you haven't worn.

I will pull them from storage.

(chuckling) Okay. Nothing too formal, so I'm told.

Rebecca?

Yes?

I was asked to the party as well.

The Hamilton party?

(laughing) Don't be silly.

Oh, yeah. She was invited.

We already discussed fraternizing with the clients.

No, no. It's nothing like that.

Actually, um, Virginia Hamilton

asked me to attend.

You see, they're all a bit concerned about

what they're going to wear to the ball.

So, the thought is I would go.

I would get to know their personalities.

See how they walk, how they interact.

That way, you can design their perfect dress for them.

Hmm. I guess I see the wisdom in that.

I'm going to help you branch out on your own,

but right now it's important that the Hamiltons

and Prince Ronan and his date show the world

they are wearing Rebecca Raslyn.

And they need to know

they are wearing Rebecca Raslyn,

if you know what I mean.

So, is that a yes?

You have my blessing.

Just do your best to blend in.

The last thing we want to do is draw attention to ourselves.

Her blessing?

All a means to an end.

Yeah. Whose end?

(heels clicking on floor)

(ringtone sounding)

Hello?

Is this Cindy?

Uh, yes. Who is this?

It's Julia.

Gilmore. Prince Ronan's date.

Oh, yeah. Hi.

Sorry to bother you, but I wanted to let you know that

the other girls and I,

we've decided to have a little fun

for the dinner party.

We're going to dress casual.

Super casual, to be comfortable, if you know what I mean.

Oh. Really?

It'll be absolutely brilliant to see the look on their faces.

Oh, yeah. Okay.

Are you sure?

Yes, of course.

Let's all have a sense of humor about this.

It'll be good for Ronan.

I hope I can count on you?

Yeah, yeah. Of course. Of course. Yeah.

I, um-- I definitely have something casual lying around,

so, yes.

Wonderful. See you here.

Talk to you later. Bye.

(beeping phone off, sighing)

Casual.

Hi there. Thanks so much.

(glasses clinking)

My.

What a unique choice.

Yeah. I think I misunderstood.

You see, I got a phone call and someone told me that--

Help yourself to champagne, hors d'oeuvres.

Thank you.

Did you not get my text?

Oh, no. I clearly didn't. No.

Oh, I'm so sorry, dear.

We decided--

Well, Mrs. Hamilton caught word and forbade us.

She was certain

it would get back to their majesties.

Brooke: Prince Ronan is under her guardianship

as well as her hospitality, after all,

and didn't want him to be embarrassed.

They have no sense of humor.

(both laughing)

(laughing)

Yeah. I think I'm going to go home and change.

- So-- - Oh, nonsense.

You look better than most of the people here.

Come. Let's get you a drink.

Oh, no. That's okay.

I think I'm going to get myself a drink.

Oh. I'll have a little. Thank you.

(sighing)

Well, you look good.

Mmm.

Ooh. That's a bad T-shirt, though.

I think I could have done better.

It's really inappropriate.

Which one of them put you up to this?

Does it matter?

You possess trust. That's a good thing in my eyes.

Besides,

my instinct was correct.

And what instinct is that?

You're a threat.

(laughing) Me, a threat? Mm-mmm.

You're the type of person

who makes these kind of people uncomfortable.

'Cause you're real,

and it reminds them that they're not.

You stand out. Makes them jealous.

Just make sure you get the last laugh.

Right. Well, good job fitting in, Cindy.

You only live once. Heh.

Well, great works are performed not by strength,

but by patience and perseverance.

Ah. Have you eaten?

No, I haven't, and I am so hungry.

Ah. Well, come.

Gloria, darling.

Rebecca, you look marvelous.

Ah. You always know just what to wear.

Oh.

So many people are waiting to see you.

Oh, Ms. Raslyn, the designs you came up with

for our dresses are positively perfection.

Oh.

We are so excited.

Well, you ladies certainly make it easier

to define beauty.

- Oh, thank you. - (laughing)

You're too kind.

(laughing)

Excuse me.

Why are you wearing that?

(laughing)

I'm teasing.

I'm envious.

Have you noticed how everyone in this family

always seems to be posing for a photograph,

even though one isn't being taken?

You look really beautiful tonight, Mrs. Hamilton.

Oh, please call me Virginia.

Although it takes a lot more work at my age.

But just once, I'd love to be able to be seen in public

wearing normal clothes.

Don't take that for granted.

I won't.

- You're a dear. - Oh, thank you.

(both laughing)

All right, everyone. Here we go.

- Man: Oh, my. Look at him. - (woman laughing)

(people applauding)

What are you doing?

Trying not to fit in.

Honestly, Ronan, the photographers will be here soon.

Perfect. Everyone, gather round. Form a circle.

So, since this party is being held in my honor,

I thought that we would

continue a Hamilton tradition before we dine.

Now, those who want to play, pick a card.

Ronan, dear--

Prince Ronan.

- (chuckling) - Joking.

(everyone laughing)

So, uh, I don't get to play these games much back home,

so I appreciate if you just would indulge me.

Pick a card?

Thank you.

Okay. Not you, dear.

Ah.

Ronan: Pick a good one.

Perfect. Cindy?

I'm not really a part of the traditions here.

You are now.

Come on. Pick a card. It'll be fun.

Nice jeans.

You're not the only outcast here.

Okay. So, first game up,

- Minute to Win It. - (people gasping, murmuring)

Now, you will have one minute

to pass this ball

from your elbow to your partner's,

but you can't touch it with your hands.

If you're playing,

put your card in the box.

Thank you.

- No peeking. - I won't.

Thank you.

Get it in there.

Yes. Get it in there.

(laughing)

(rattling)

Okay. So, first up, we have...

...eight of diamonds.

(gasping, laughing) That's me.

Perfect. And then next, we have the queen of spades.

That's me. (laughing)

Great. So, Brookie,

you have called first. You get the ball.

Thank you.

Ronan: Go.

Okay. Um--

Man: Here we go.

- Onlookers: Oh! - Oh. Oh!

- (laughing) - Close.

Okay. Do it again.

Ooh. Ooh! Ooh!

(onlookers laughing, shrieking)

Wow.

- Been practicing? - Hardly.

Next up, we have

the ace of diamonds.

Hmm. Well.

And then playing with you, we have the--

Ah. Jack of hearts. My card.

Onlookers: Oh.

Would you be so kind?

Thank you. Cindy, come on.

- (laughing) - Can you start with the ball?

Count down for us, starting now.

This is so silly.

- Come on. - All right.

Just a minute. All right?

Oh. Oh. Careful. Spin.

- Okay. It's fine. - (laughing)

It's okay. Okay. Okay.

- All right. - Okay.

Now, you all right? You okay?

- Yeah. - It's okay. Come on.

- Ah! - Oh, no.

- (shrieking) - Onlookers: Oh!

Ugh.

I am so sorry.

- I am so sorry. - It's okay. It's okay.

- It's an accident. - I am so sorry. I--

Ronan: An accident. It's okay.

(footsteps pattering)

I need another dress.

Ronan: What are we doing out here?

(chuckling) Ah, well,

the valet said it was going to be a while,

so I figured that this spot was the safest place to hide.

No one's that upset in there. Come on. It got a good laugh.

I ruined Brooke Hamilton's dress in front of everyone.

Brookie? Well, she's already changed

into one of her hundreds of others.

Okay. It didn't start with just the dress.

They've all been looking at me like that

ever since I walked through the door.

That's probably because you're wearing

that very bad T-shirt. Whew.

Okay. Hey, Mr. Rock 'n' Roll.

Rock 'n' roll.

I did not know that you rocked and rolled.

- Got to rock out. - (chuckling)

Look. The Hamiltons can be difficult.

They have their moments.

But they're not always nice.

Yeah.

Nice would have been nice.

(sighing) I should have known better.

Then why did you come?

Why do you think?

Yeah. Me, too.

Except you're not the world's most eligible bachelor, Ronan.

You don't even realize it, do you?

Or if you do,

then you're just as bad as your reputation.

My reputation?

You have a reputation with the ladies.

Well, that's just the press,

and yes, I have dated a lot,

but that's because I haven't found the right woman yet.

Doesn't mean I'm not looking.

- (both shrieking) - Oh, my gosh.

(both laughing)

- Woo! - (laughing)

Here. (laughing)

- Okay. Okay. Let's go in. - Woo!

(laughing) Let's go.

Ronan: Warming up?

Yeah, finally.

Is everyone else still here?

Uh, pretty much just everyone.

Is there a back door that I could go through?

Yes, but you'd have to walk past several windows,

and your clothes aren't dry yet.

Not a party you'll soon forget.

(groaning) Please. Oh, do not remind me.

You made it better.

Well, I'm glad that

I was everyone's entertainment for the evening.

I am definitely going to lose my job now.

No. We both know your boss can't fire you.

You're the real reason she's a success.

And people should know who the actual genius is.

Well, I admit to being the designer.

And I would love to own my own shop one day.

But my job with Rebecca is a part of the path.

She's not a terrible person,

and I really couldn't do what she does.

Which is what?

Fit into this...

...high-society world.

Well, maybe it should be the other way around.

People like them trying to fit into your world.

No. My world is not the kind of world

that should be on the cover of magazines. Trust me. (chuckling)

Lucky you.

Why are you so unhappy?

You're the royal prince.

Exactly.

When I was about eight, I, uh--

I used to help my grandfather restore antique furniture.

He used to say that he needed something

that he could see and touch and feel.

You know, when we restore something,

we're really restoring part of ourselves.

It was the thing that I loved

most in the world, before I was sat down

and told of my noble obligations.

That's one of the reasons why I like coming here.

I can be myself.

So you'd rather restore antiques

than be the prince?

(laughing) No.

But I want to make sure I'm doing something tangible.

Philanthropy. You know, I've spent my adult life

dedicated to humanitarian efforts,

things that I know will make the world a better place.

I mean, it's the least service that my life should attend to.

Well, to me,

that's the very definition of being noble.

But aren't you're in a position to do all those things?

I'm heir to the throne.

I'll have other, more pressing responsibilities.

What is the real reason that you asked me to lunch?

I was being spontaneous...

...in the moment...

...out of character.

Cindy: Exactly.

So, be spontaneous.

Be out of character.

Live in the moment.

No one can stop you from living your life.

Not even the king or queen.

Excuse me, Ronan,

but Gerald has some people he would like you to meet

for cigars in the parlor.

Right. Um, well--

Don't go anywhere.

Plus, Virginia wants you to spend the night.

- She insists. - (chuckling)

She can't wait to see what happens in the morning.

Julia: I know he's asked you to stay,

but your van is ready and waiting.

I think it's best if you leave.

Oh. Okay.

Thanks.

Cindy, you know you make it obvious to everyone.

I make what obvious?

Clearly, to everyone but you.

I came here tonight on business. That's all.

Except you didn't need to be here on business, did you?

No. I guess I didn't.

I don't blame you.

I'm not even mad, actually,

which is kind of weird, because I should be, I think.

Thing is, certain feathers just don't flock together.

You have a crush on Prince Ronan.

Who doesn't?

But don't fall for it. You're going to get hurt.

What do you really like about Ronan?

That really isn't any of your business, is it?

You made it my business

the second you pulled that prank on me.

You want to know who went out of his way

not to make me feel stupid tonight?

Ronan, because he's a nice person

who feels crushed under his family's obligation.

He's been down this road before, dear.

Then he comes to his senses

and realizes there's one universal truth in his life...

...one day being king.

And not even the sweetest little dove in the world

can change those feathers.

I know you're not going to believe me,

but I'm actually looking out for you.

- Virginia: Cindy? - Cindy: Oh.

You're not leaving.

It's getting late, Mrs. Hamilton.

It's Virginia, please, and yes, it is very late.

You should stay.

I appreciate that, but I do need to get home.

Cindy,

some people in this family like you very much.

Most people don't like you at all,

but that has nothing to do with you.

Now, in light of my sanctimonious self-indulgence,

I am very particular about the dresses I wear,

especially to a ball.

So, I would like to see you back here

to discuss said particulars.

Okay. Yes.

You know, it's very difficult

to have patience with other people's vanity.

It's so offensive to our own.

Good night.

(ignition turning)

Cindy!

Cindy?

(door opening)

Come inside, Ronan.

What did you say to her?

Only what I had to.

(groaning)

(something scraping)

(scraping continues)

You really do like getting your nails dirty, don't you?

Not very fitting for a future king, is it?

Maybe it'll make you the people's king.

Peace offering?

Thank you. Yes.

Did you hear the news?

No.

Your father is going to step down from the throne

at the end of the year.

Why didn't he call me?

The queen spoke to Mrs. Hamilton.

Apparently, they feel it's the only way to rein you in,

so to speak.

I'm not ready to become king.

Is it really so bad?

Uh, don't answer that.

I'm sorry you feel so obligated,

including with me.

You've never felt like an obligation, Julia.

But it was a lot of pressure, and that was two weeks ago.

Things have changed.

They certainly have.

You were happy at the dinner party.

It was the first time I've seen you laugh in a long time

that wasn't being faked for the cameras.

I like that side of you.

I just wish I was the one that made you feel that way.

Julia, I--

(beeping phone on)

(phone ringing)

I'm doing the right thing.

For who?

(Cindy sighing)

Hey, Cindy. It's Ronan again.

I'd love to speak,

if you can call me back.

Bye.

(beeping phone off)

Rebecca: Please, please tell me you'll have them done on time.

Well, it's going to be close, but yes,

we're going to get it done.

Okay. Two days until the ball.

Final fittings are tomorrow. After that dinner party fiasco,

we need to exceed their expectations.

I'm really sorry about what happened.

Let's put it behind us. Water under the bridge.

All will be forgiven when they see my work.

(Rebecca laughing)

You know how I appreciate you, all of you,

all your hard work.

Your time will come. I promise.

Oh! (snapping fingers)

I should have mentioned this before.

I've been invited to attend the ball.

No shock there, but I wasn't sure for a moment.

You must come up with something fabulous for me.

Another dress?

Rebecca: Yes, of course.

It's for me.

I'll leave it up to you, and I'll inform the Hamiltons

that everything will be on schedule.

"Oh, and I should have mentioned this before.

(chuckling) Another dress."

We'll work around the clock and we'll get it done.

You'll make them look great. There'll be no stopping you.

No. There never is.

And tomorrow, officially,

you are all going to be on a week's vacation, paid.

I don't want to see any of you in this room,

especially you.

(laughing)

And there'll be no stopping us, either.

No, there won't be.

Love that blue.

Mmm. Oh, the chocolate eclair is divine.

You must try that one, Mother.

Mmm.

Hello, everyone.

(gasping) The dresses.

Cindy: Yes. There's still time

to do any more last-minute alterations before tomorrow.

We can try them on one at a time

and present them to each other like a fashion show.

Can we finish with the caterer first?

We'll only be a minute.

Oh, yes, of course. I'll go set up.

Yeah. Sure. Okay.

(zipper rasping)

Hi there.

Hello.

Any particular reason why you haven't been answering my calls?

Oh, I've just been really busy.

For a phone call?

Look. I don't understand why you keep on calling me.

Your situation is very clear and to the entire world.

You're going to be king, and...

...I really don't fit into that equation.

I thought we had this conversation.

I just need to concentrate on my work.

Yeah. Sure.

Might I see mine, at least?

Yes, of course.

Um, you said you didn't want to look

too royal or too majestic, so--

It's exactly perfect.

I'm glad.

You're a genius, Cindy.

Thank you.

I knew you were a designer from the start.

- May I? - Yes.

Well, I'll let the ladies know you're ready when they are.

(sighing)

(screaming)

No! Oh, no. Oh, no!

(panting)

(gasping)

What are we supposed to wear?

I'm going to fix it.

- The ball is tomorrow. - I'm aware of that.

This can't be happening!

I'm handling it.

Mother, I am not wearing anything from a store.

I'm going to handle this.

Please, just don't tell Mrs. Raslyn.

There is no time.

I'm going to fix this. Trust me.

Cindy, it's not the end of the world.

It's the end of my job. It's the end of everything I--

For what it's worth,

the look on their faces was priceless.

Julia?

Can I speak to you, please?

One moment, please.

This whole thing with Ronan...

I want him to be happy. I wasn't ever really after him.

I was after what it would mean to have him.

Suddenly, that doesn't feel good enough anymore.

It's just hard for either of us

to get out from our own shadows.

What do you think that I should do?

For starters, fix the dresses,

if you can.

(chuckling)

I think the rest will take care of itself.

Good luck.

(phone ringing)

Rebecca! Hi.

Oh, no, no, no. I have everything under control.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. No, no. Uh, hello?

Oh, I think we have a bad connection.

Hello? I can't hear you. Hello?

(beeping phone off)

Okay, Cindy.

You've got this. Woo!

We got this.

Ronan.

What are you doing here?

First, just to see if you were all right.

Yeah, I'm fine.

No, no. I'm not fine.

We ran out of fabric for the original dresses,

so I have to use what I have in stock here,

which meant all-new designs.

You just designed four new dresses?

Cindy: Yes.

That's amazing.

Where's Rebecca?

Well, she's in New England.

She won't be back until tomorrow.

Right. The rest of your staff?

They're on vacation.

- Then it's just me and you. - Uh--

I don't know anything

about fashion or sewing or any of this,

but if I can restore things with my hands,

I'm sure I can be of some help.

Okay. Let's put you to work, then.

Right. So, uh, the ball is at 8:00 p.m. tomorrow?

Yes. Right.

The ladies will need, what, 30 minutes to get ready?

Two hours.

Two hours? Okay.

It's just after 6:00, which gives us almost--

Reggie: 24 hours.

Cindy: Reggie! (laughing)

Wait. What are you doing here?

Rebecca texted me in a panic.

I thought that you were on vacation.

I haven't started my vacation yet.

Or am I interrupting something?

- No, no. Just-- - No, not at all. I mean,

you know, and besides,

all hands on deck, as they say.

Oh. Tell us what to do.

Well, let's lay out the fabric.

- Okay. See this drawing here? - Mm-hmm.

Okay. So, I have it sketched out. So, take this.

You fully understand, right?

- Of course. - Okay.

(speaking indistinctly)

Do this. Go around, and then you're going to pin each--

Okay. Perfect.

Okay.

Oh. Okay. There you go.

Sure. Use me as a model.

(Cindy laughing)

Go on.

That's my-- That's my other tie.

I'm going to wear this as a tie.

The green.

(whispering) Ronan.

Ronan? Oh. I know these are very--

- No, it's all right. I'm good. - Long hours.

- I've got this. It's all right. - Yes. The time change, too.

Okay. Now, this dress--

That looks good.

Okay.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

- Gloria: Ronan. - Gloria.

Where are you?

What time is it?

6:05.

Nobody can get a hold of anyone.

Cindy, Rebecca--

No one is answering their phone.

We are in a panic here, Ronan.

I'm going to call you back.

Oh, jeez.

Wake up, Cindy.

Who eats pineapple pizza? (chuckling)

Cindy, it's after 6:00.

Reggie, it's after 6:00.

- After 6:00? - (Cindy moaning)

I have a dozen missed calls from Rebecca.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no.

(panting)

Rebecca, hi.

Cindy, don't hang up. It's me.

Cindy, please.

Please tell me you got it done.

Yes. Yes, we got it done.

Oh. I don't want to call until I know what to tell them.

Are you at the estate?

- Can you speak up? - We are on our way.

You're on your way? "Our way"? Who's with you?

I'll see you there. Bye.

Uh, hello? Hello?

Oh, no.

We actually got it done?

I wasn't just dreaming that, right?

- We finished. - Ah.

Nothing can go wrong now, right?

What could possibly go wrong? Do you want me to come with?

Oh. Um, if you could just help me

get the dresses in the garment bag,

- then you can be on your way. - Okay.

I love you so much, Reggie. You're getting another raise.

You know it.

Okay. You did it.

I did it. Thank you.

- (Cindy chuckling) - Um...

- Okay. - Let's go.

- Let's go. - Yes. Oh.

Ronan: I'll take two and you take two.

- Oh, perfect. - Okay.

Well, all things considered,

I'm happy you're here.

Ronan: Hmm.

Where were you all night?

Out.

- Out where? - Does it matter?

No.

Uh, why don't we get you all dressed? Um--

- Yes. - They should all fit.

Nothing has changed.

You really did all of this last night?

Yes. Up until the last minute, literally. (laughing)

I guess I'd better go get cleaned up as well.

Stay. At the very least,

you should see these dresses on them.

Yes, at the very least.

I'll be back.

(sighing)

- Cindy? - Cindy: Mmm?

Gerald: Rise and shine, young lady.

(chuckling)

Cindy, wake up.

The ladies are on their way down.

Oh.

Gerald: You won't want to miss this.

(Ronan and Cindy chuckling)

Thank you. Ah.

- Wow. - (gasping)

- (applauding) - Spectacular.

- (laughing) - Thank you, Cindy.

Brooke: Oh, I look beautiful.

It's perfect.

Thank you.

Uh, where is Rebecca?

She deserves all our praise and more.

I certainly hope you stitched one together

for yourself, Cindy.

Oh. Oh. Oh, no.

This is your party, and you look beautiful.

You look stunning.

Oh, thank you, dear.

I was somewhat partial to the chocolate fondue motif,

but it'll do.

All right, everyone. Photos.

Over here. Come on.

Gerald, come.

Right between us, please. Hurry up.

- Yes. - Hello.

- Come. - (Gloria laughing)

(shutter clicking)

(shutter clicking)

(shutter clicking)

- I'll be right back, okay? - Okay.

Rebecca: I'm so sorry I'm late.

Traffic was a nightmare.

Rebecca, darling, we are at a loss for words.

Oh.

It's the most perfect dress I've ever worn.

Virginia: Yes, and mine makes me look 20 years younger.

Or maybe that was the brandy.

Your choices are incredible.

Ronan: Perhaps you should heap your praise

on the person who actually deserves the credit.

What on earth are you talking about?

Ronan: It may say "Rebecca Raslyn" in all the headlines,

but she is not the one who designed these dresses.

Ronan, don't, please.

I'm sorry, but that's simply--

Cindy is more than just the head seamstress.

She is the genius behind all of this.

How could you say such a thing?

Because it's true.

I watched her do it.

You watched her do what?

Sketch, cut, construct,

all of it, last night,

so that you all could look so incredible.

You were with her last night?

Yes, I was.

I helped. Sort of.

It was a privilege to watch you work.

She deserves recognition, Ms. Raslyn.

At the very least, a little gratitude.

Rebecca, this can't be true.

I built a world-renowned brand from the ground up,

and I take great pride in that.

But for the last five years,

the credit for this goes to Cindy.

This is long overdue, young lady.

I am so confused.

You mean she is actually Rebecca Raslyn?

No, not literally.

But for all practical purposes,

she certainly is.

You saved the day once again, young lady. Bravo.

- Bravo. (laughing) - (Julia applauding)

Well, this is a shock.

All right, everyone.

The guests will be arriving any minute. Ronan?

We have much to discuss before they get here.

The press will want to know your reaction

- to the king's decision. - Thank you.

You've bided your time long enough.

And I don't want to lose you.

What would you say to becoming my partner?

(both laughing)

Uh, really? Your partner?

Well, after tonight,

my house is going to be more prestigious than ever.

- Deal. - (shrieking)

(both laughing)

Thank you so much, Rebecca.

- Go. - Okay.

Coming. Yoo-hoo! Wait for me.

Yes.

Gloria: Let it go.

Is that by order of the queen?

Yes, and I agree.

You've been like a son to me all these years, Ronan.

I'm looking out for you.

Is it because she doesn't meet the royal standard?

You can't just fall in love

with a common American girl.

She's not common at all.

I've heard you say that before.

This time, it's different.

I'm responsible for you here.

I gave your mother my word.

And yes, she's a lovely girl,

but not quite the mold.

And like it or not, that's the world we live in,

but the same world that you will soon have

other, more pressing responsibilities.

Well, I guess I was just feeling impulsive,

out of character, spontaneous.

Try being a good member of the royal family instead.

Who else could I possibly be?

♪

You can't be a wallflower as king.

They'll never allow it.

When I am king, I'm going to sign it into law

that if the king doesn't want to dance,

he doesn't have to dance.

Then it's going to get awkward.

I think we're expected to cut a rug.

Yeah. We'll have to cut something, anyway.

How come you didn't tell me how you felt about everything?

Because you didn't want to hear it.

I suppose you're right.

Um, nothing happened between me and Cindy.

Yes, it did.

It's been happening for a while now.

I think you just might be in love with her.

- Julia, please. I-- - It's all right.

It's not like I've been completely counting on

this arrangement, either.

I mean, I wanted it, true, but for different reasons.

I see now how different we are.

If I'm being honest, I had felt a bit obliged to it.

Stop worrying about tradition and what everyone thinks.

You sound like Cindy.

Then she must be in love with you, too.

Ronan, you're a great man.

I'm just a different kind of person.

Less romantic, more practical.

(chuckling)

Now, there's a Hamilton I could wrap my arms around.

Who, Bill?

Julia: If he plays his cards right,

he's going to be president one day,

and I always thought it would be rather fun

to be the first lady.

And where does that leave me?

Happily ever after, if you play your cards right.

Where on earth are you going?

Suddenly feeling a bit impulsive.

Go for it. I won't tell anyone where you've gone.

Thank you, Virginia. Have fun.

(sighing)

- Man: Cindy? - (gasping)

Cindy?

Cindy!

Ronan!

What are you doing here?

Aren't you supposed to be at the ball?

Not without you.

(chuckling)

Ah!

Good evening.

- Hello, darling. - Mrs. Hamilton,

you're out-dancing everyone half your age.

Age is a number they put on your death certificate.

- Youth is a state of mind. - (laughing)

(people applauding)

You outshine us all.

♪

Is this how it's supposed to end?

No.

This is just the beginning.

Then I dare you...

to be spontaneous.

Now, I dare you to be spontaneous.

(rock music blaring)

(onlookers gasping, laughing)

(applauding)

(laughing)

(rock music continues)

(laughing)

(light orchestral music resumes)

♪