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How do you feel?

So happy.

Thank you, Victoria, truly.

This day has been everything I ever imagined and more.

It's perfect.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's time for the bouquet toss!

- I think that's me. How do I look?

Happy.

- Can we have all the single ladies and the bride

to the front of the room, please?

It's time to toss the bouquet.

- Mia, thanks for taking over for me.

- All right, so you have everything covered, right?

- Gotta go vacation in Paris.

- Not sure taking a week off being a wedding planner

to be my best friend's wedding planner is a vacation,

but it is an honor.

So Grayson's on my desk. You've got everything else.

I've got roaming, so keep in touch.

Okay! So we have wedding heels,

wedding kitten heels, wedding flats.

- Tell me again why I need

three pairs of heels for a wedding.

- Okay, one, because it's your wedding.

Two, because you'll be happy you have them,

and, three, because you couldn't make up your mind.

- Sorry I'm so indecisive,

but if I'd have known the wedding planning

was just an endless decision-making tree,

I probably would've eloped.

- Tracy, honey, life is an endless decision-making tree.

- Great, thanks!

That's reassuring.

How about a wine break? - Ooh, yes, please.

Thank you!

Cheers. - Cheers.

Okay, so I wanted to talk to you.

- Oh, let me guess.

Is this about a certain ex-boyfriend of mine

who, starting tomorrow, I will be spending

a fun-filled week of wedding activities with

as maid of honor and best man?

Don't worry, Trace. I'm not!

I'm actually kind of excited.

- Excited? - Mm.

I mean, Cam and I, we haven't talked in six months,

but maybe we needed this time to reflect

and reconsider before, who knows?

Reconnecting against a romantic Parisian backdrop?

Okay.

So, awkward follow-up:

Cameron has just told us he's bringing a date.

- A date?

To your wedding?

- Are you okay?

- Of course!

I'm--I'm fine.

I--I will be.

- Vic...

- What matters is you are getting married,

and we are going to Paris!

- Whoo!

Would you look at this? - This is it!

- Babe, we're in Paris!

- Wow! Oh, it's so fancy!

- Tracy, Mike?

So, how was your flight?

- Great, although my brain still thinks

it's the middle of the night.

- Then let's get you checked in

so you can have a petite sieste.

Marion...

And you must be Victoria Lewis? - Yes.

- We have the welcome baskets ready.

I hope they are to your very fastidious specifications.

- Oh, well, the bow should be like this.

- Ah.

- It's all about the details, right?

- It's all about enjoying yourself,

so please enjoy.

See the Eiffel, the Louvre.

- Maybe. Oh, I would love to show

the bride and groom where they'll be getting married.

- Oh! - But of course.

Right this way! Please follow me.

Mesdames et monsieur,

La Plaza du Palais grand ballroom!

- Gorgeous, isn't it? - Oh, wow.

- Yes! And it's very grand.

- So I was thinking the band over here by the windows

and the tables evenly spaced along this wall,

and of course the dance floor in the middle.

It's gonna be perfect!

- It's amazing.

- Ah, I believe more of your party are just--

- Hey! - Hi!

Baby bump! Come here.

You look gorgeous! - Hi!

- Isn't she glowing?

- I'm not glowing. I'm sweating.

- How was your flight? - Hi, guys.

- Yeah, we're good. You know, Seth read me

"What to Expect When You're Expecting" the entire time,

so it was-- - Educational.

- Henri, this is Seth and Nathalie.

They're part of our college crew

along with Mike and Mike's best man, Cameron.

- Hey! Are you okay?

- That depends. Is Jen Cameron's date?

- Who's Jen? - She's only his

supermodel-esque lawyer prodigy work wife,

now I guess his wedding wife?

- Wedding date, Vic.

- Cam! - Good to see you.

- How are you? - All right.

- Welcome, welcome. - Good to see you.

- Everyone, this is Jen. Jen, this is everyone.

- Hi. - Hey.

- Hi, everyone.

I'm glad you all have one easy-to-remember name.

- Right. - She's also endlessly witty.

- Hey, I'm Seth.

This is my wife Nathalie. - Hi.

- And this is Mike and Tracy, the bride and the groom.

- That's us! - Hi.

- Thank you for coming.

- And then of course, this is--

- Oh, hi, Victoria.

I don't know if you remember me.

- Jen, yes, of course I remember you!

So great to see you again.

- So, Jen, what do you do?

- Oh, I'm a patent lawyer like him.

- Yeah, that's how we met, through work.

- Wow, two lawyers. - Can't imagine when you argue.

- We never argue, so...

Okay.

- Let's check in.

Bienvenue à Paris!

Let's--let's check in.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.

So what if we dated for 12 years and he ended things

because he couldn't see a future with me,

and now he's dating his perfect work wife?

I mean, I-I'm fine.

I'm actually happy for them, yeah.

And now I'm 100% done talking about it.

No, really, I'm canceling

your subscriptions to my Cameron issues.

- Vic, it's okay to be upset.

- Yeah, you were together a long time.

- We were!

And I thought we were going to have a life together.

It seemed perfect. Cam was my first love.

- Um, I'm pretty sure Jacques was your first love.

- No, he wasn't. We were teenagers.

It was long-distance. - Okay, right, wait a second.

I-I have never even heard you talk about this person.

Who is Jacques?

- Freshman year of high school French,

we all got assigned a Parisian pen pal,

and Victoria's was Jacques, and they fell in love,

wrote letters throughout high school.

- What, like, real letters in the mail?

- Yeah, like, international postage rates and everything.

- Wow.

- Jacques finally came to visit the summer before college.

- He was so sweet.

- And Victoria was supposed to go to Paris the next year,

but they broke up before that.

- Aw, why'd you break up?

- We were kids. - She met Cameron.

- That is not what happened.

- So have you looked Jacques up?

- Yeah, I Google "Jacques in Paris,"

and now I'm combing through the millions of search results.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What are you doing? - What's Jacques' last name?

- Why would I tell you that? - Artis!

That's his last name, and where's he live?

- How would I possibly know? - Come on.

- He grew up in Taverny, a small town outside of Paris.

You'll never find him. - Found him.

Hmm, he's a contractor. Call him.

- No.

- It's already ringing.

- I got his voicemail.

- Leave a message. - And say what?

"Hi, this is Victoria, your long-lost pen pal.

Surprise!" No, I'm hanging up.

- No--oh, hi, this is Victoria, your long-lost pen pal.

Um, I'm in Paris. Surprise!

And I am staying at the Plaza du Palais,

so we should reconnect. Okay, thanks, okay, bye-bye.

- What are you doing? - Oh, hmm, whoops.

- Let's hope he never checks his voicemails.

- Welcome.

- You're lucky you're pregnant.

- She's gonna thank me later. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Bonjour, Jacques. - Alex.

- I've been trying to call.

- Je suis désolé.

I forget to check my voicemails.

- Ah, it's okay.

From your friends at the Newton-Abbott Hotel Group.

- Merci.

I assume this comes with no strings or pressure to sell.

- Oh, no, no, no, of course not.

This is simply our way of saying,

"We know what this chateau means to you,

"and we wanna make sure you know

what it would mean to us if you were to sell."

We wanna make sure we have a property within this area

by next spring or summer,

and we're looking to start

renovations as soon as possible.

- Okay, so both take my time and...

- Have an answer for us within a week.

- Salut. - Bye.

- Hi, this is Victoria, your long-lost pen pal.

Um, I'm in Paris. Surprise!

And I am staying at the Plaza du Palais,

so we should reconnect.

- Trace!

- Hi. - Oh, sorry, were you napping?

It's time for the champagne tasting.

We have to pick a bottle for the reception.

- Ugh, you think you could just pick for me and Mike?

Sorry, jet lag struggle is real.

- Of course. My pleasure.

- Thank you, bye-bye. - Love you.

- Hold the door!

- Come on, come on, come on!

- Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hmm. So, how are you?

- Great, and you? - Good, busy.

Quite the best man to-do list you made for me.

- Yeah, well, destination wedding.

- Well, a Victoria Lewis wedding.

Oh, I'm sure it'll be flawless like always,

but I am surprised that Mike and Tracy

wanted this whole big Parisian wedding thing.

Doesn't really seem like them.

- Well, Cameron, while I appreciate

you sowing last-minute seeds of doubt

into an event I've spent the last year planning,

I also think...

"Paris is always a good idea."

It's Audrey Hepburn in "Sabrina."

- Never saw it. - Yeah, you did.

We watched it together-- oh, no, that's right.

You fell asleep.

- Vic, you know old movies are not my thing.

- Yeah.

I know new things are much more your preference.

- So, enjoy the city. - I will.

"Not every girl's lucky enough to go to Paris."

Still "Sabrina."

- And I've still never seen it.

- Monsieur, can I help you?

- Oh, hi.

Before we start, I just wanna say I'm looking

for the perfect bottle of champagne for this wedding.

- Well, maybe I can help. This is a demi-sec.

It's dry. It's crisp.

It's fruity. It's aged three years.

- Mm, maybe something a little older?

- You know, not everything gets better with age.

And, you know, maybe you should think less about

the champagne's qualifications and more about the feelings,

more about the feelings it gives you.

- It's supposed to give you a feeling?

- Yeah, of course, that first sip feeling

that all is well in the world.

- It's a lot to ask from a bubbly.

- Well, you know, my father used to say that champagne

is to the French what duct tape is to the Americans.

It fixes everything. - "It fixes everything."

Jacques? - Victoria.

- I'm so sorry!

I-I didn't know it was you. Oh!

- Big surprise getting your message.

- Yeah, me too.

Um, please sit. - Merci.

So, you've finally made it to Paris.

- Well, actually, I've been here before a number of times,

but just for work, never play. - Yeah.

- But I've never been to any of the sights

on our "Tour de France."

That's what you used to call showing me Paris when--

- No, no, I remember.

Actually, there's a place

not far from here that was on the tour.

- Oh? Um...

- Ah, but you're busy, of course.

- No, no, no, I can go. I mean--

I could use some food to go with the bubbly.

- Perfect. - Parfait.

- That's a little dessert.

Allez?

Merci beaucoup.

- Holy crepe! This is amazing.

How's your croque monsieur?

- Parfait.

It's the national dish of the French.

- Got to love a country where the national dish

is a fried ham sandwich,

and a fried ham sandwich with an egg is its wife.

- Croque monsieur, croque madame.

That's funny.

Allez. - Mm.

- Still living in Chicago?

- My parents are, but I'm in Los Angeles now.

- Oh, okay, and what do you do there?

- I own an event planning company.

- Ah.

- It's a good mix of me loving parties

and being very detail-oriented.

What about you?

Did you travel the world

like you've always said you would?

- Uh, yeah, yeah, but then my father got sick,

so I had to return to the chateau to help him.

He passed three years ago, actually.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. - No, no, it's okay,

and so now I look after the upkeep of the chateau.

I run a contracting business.

You know, we fix up old houses.

It--it's good work.

It allows me a flexible schedule.

- So you can take time off

to stroll aimlessly with an old pen pal?

- With an old pen pal?

And, you know, a stroll, it's not so aimless.

It's just so incredibly romantic.

- Well, you should--

you should come back here one day with your fiancé.

- Well, to do that, first I'd have to be dating someone.

- I thought--I thought that you were getting married.

- What? Oh, the champagne!

No, no, no, no. Um...

That's--that's my best friend Tracy, remember?

She's getting married.

- Oh. Okay, okay.

So you're-- you're not seeing anybody?

- Well, I was for many years,

but he broke up with me six months ago,

and now he's at this wedding with someone else.

Yeah, as you say in French, "Oof."

What about you? You seeing anyone?

- Me? No, no, no.

Well, I see you.

Okay.

Well, I should get back to the hotel.

- Okay. I'll walk you.

- Okay.

Thank you for a lovely afternoon.

I know it's been 13 years

and we didn't end on the best of terms, but--

- Jacques? Is that Jacques?

- Uh, you remember my best friend, Tracy?

- Tracy, of course. - And this is her fiancé, Mike.

- Mike, enchanté,

and felicitations on your wedding.

What a happy occasion.

- Speaking of, I should go. - Yes, of course.

Well, it was lovely reconnecting,

and if you have time,

I'd love to take you on our Tour de France.

- I'd like that, but I'm so slammed with the wedding prep.

- Well, then maybe Jacques could join us

for a wedding activity.

There's a welcome dinner tonight.

- No, I couldn't impose. - No, no, no imposition.

You're an old friend.

- And Victoria has a plus-one she's not using.

- Hmm!

- I do.

Um, welcome dinner here, 8:00 p.m.?

- Yes. Yes, 8:00 p.m.

A bientôt.

- Okay, bye.

- Wow, Jacques grew up.

- Stop. - Hon-hon-hon.

- Don't.

Thank you so much.

One, two, three, four.

Trace, I need to talk to you. It's really, really important.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Hey, babe. - Absolutely.

- Hey, guys.

- Hey, there she is.

- Oh, you gotta try the salmon. It is superb.

- Really? - Ooh, salmon.

- Is it raw or cooked because I'm not sure ...

- Oh, no, Seth, please don't. It's fine.

- I don't know if you can have raw.

- God, you look beautiful.

- Thank you. You look very handsome.

- I still can't believe it's you.

- I know the feeling.

- Should I get us a drink? - Sure.

- Oh, no.

- The ex-boyfriend? - Mm-hmm, that's him.

- Quite the elaborate affair.

Hi, I'm Cameron.

- Bonsoir. I'm Jacques.

- Jacques? As in pen pal Jacques?

- As in Jacques,

my old friend Jacques.

- And your new plus-one, no?

- Really? Um, uh...

Plus-one, I mean, for the entire week, or...

- Well, no-- - Yeah, for the whole week.

So we'll be getting to know each other.

Shall we get champagne? I hear it's really well-chosen.

- Yes, I would like that.

- Salut.

- I'm sorry if that seemed presumptuous.

I just felt that you could use some moral support.

- I-I could. I can, and thank you.

But the whole week? Aren't you busy?

- I'm French, so I'm never too busy for a party.

Plus, we have to finish our Tour de France.

- Well, I have a little break tomorrow.

- Perfect.

- Thank you.

Well, to old pen pals.

- And to new plus-ones.

- Okay, wait, so is Jacques now your date?

- No, Jacques is my plus-one. - Is there a difference?

- Yes! He's just an old friend.

- Does Cameron know that?

- Oh, who cares?

- How's it going in there?

Oh! You look beautiful!

- Gorgeous!

- Yeah, whoa...

Yeah, but how am I supposed to do the "YMCA"?

Maybe I should find a different dress.

- Oh, I thought you loved this dress.

- I did. - Did?

- Do! I do love this dress.

Sorry, Vic. You know how I can be.

- Well, you know, it is your wedding.

I want you to be happy. - I am happy.

I just hope I made the right choice.

- Well, you know, just a little alteration,

and you'll be throwing your hands in the air

like you just don't care.

- Whoo!

- Plus, this dress is perfect for the venue.

- It is really pretty.

Oh, wow, look at that dress!

It's so elegant and simple.

- Trace?

- No, I promise I'm not changing my mind.

- Cake is booked.

Cooking class wedding activity confirmed.

We, my friends, are on schedule.

- Vic, are you gonna be on your phone the entire trip?

- Do you want Tracy's wedding planned?

I just wanna congratulate Mia.

Do you remember I promoted my assistant Mia to event planner?

- Yeah, so you could work less and delegate more?

- Oh, I forgot about that, but yes.

Anyway, she pitched her first wedding,

and she got off to a rocky start,

but she's really pulling it together.

She's got impeccable taste but equal part self-doubt.

- Mm, sounds like you when you first started.

"The sky is falling!"

- Remember, Vic?

Every little thing that went wrong,

you'd be calling us like, "The sky is falling!"

- I did not do that. - You did!

- Okay, maybe a little. - Yeah.

Oh, she's kicking.

- Oh, I can't believe you're gonna be a mama.

- I know--you know, I can't believe it either.

Seems like baby life crept up on us real quick.

Oh, and this trip is mine and Seth's

last hurrah as just a couple,

so bring on all the romance and all the fun.

- Yeah. - Yes!

- Hey! - That'd be good.

- Hey, hey, hey! - Hey!

- Hey! - Excuse us.

- How are you? - So how are you feeling?

- I'm great. - Yeah?

- Yeah, I thought we could relive our honeymoon in Paris.

- Okay, all right.

- Yeah, so dinner at a bistro. - Yeah.

- Dancing in the Marais,

and then to the Eiffel Tower all lit up?

- We're going on a walking architecture tour of Versailles

if you wanna join.

- No. - Okay.

- We would love to, but we're meeting our aunts.

- Aunts. Two of them.

- Let's go. - Aunts?

Vic? - Hmm?

- Walking tour?

- Oh, thank you, but Jacques is taking me sightseeing, so...

- Salut.

Hi.

- You're late.

- No, I'm French.

- Oh, and that's an excuse?

- Well, the French do everything fashionably,

especially being late, but you're in a rush somewhere?

- No, but I do have a schedule. - Maybe you shouldn't.

Instead, take a break. Be a flaneur.

You know this, flaneur? It's a French thing.

It means somebody who strolls just to experience,

who wanders with no purpose.

- That sounds kind of terrifying.

- Well, you used to love to wander, remember?

When I came to visit, we spent whole days just getting lost.

- Yeah, but you grow up.

You get more goal-oriented.

- Okay, well, for our next goal on the Tour de France,

I'm gonna take you to my favorite patisserie.

- Oh, well, if you'd led with patisserie,

I would've overlooked lateness.

Bonjour. - Bonjour.

Yes.

- This is the best croissant

I've ever had in my entire life.

Being here, I'm remembering my teenage dreams

for my summer in Paris:

sunny days in Montmartre, reading poetry,

learning to paint, leisurely picnics in the park.

- Yes, being a flaneur.

- Teenagers are good at flaneur-ing.

- Well, some of us never lose the skill.

- Mm, I wish I hadn't.

Life is just very busy now.

My business grew quickly, which I'm so grateful for,

but it's fast-paced, you know?

Weddings are an industry.

- Oh, so here naive me thought

they were a celebration of love and community.

- Oh, no, no, purely just the money.

Actually, that's why I got into event planning.

I love the idea of bringing community

together in celebration.

- Mm. - And it turns out the romantic

in me nailed the wedding part,

so now I'm known for these big lavish affairs.

- But you enjoy it, no?

- I do.

Uh...

But if I'm honest,

some of the excitement has worn off.

- What happened?

- I don't know.

- Hmm. Ah.

Now, this is my favorite part in the whole of Montmartre.

Le mur des je t'aime.

- The wall of "I love you"? - Mm-hmm.

Two artists created this wall as a lasting monument to love.

They've written "I love you" 311 times in 250 languages.

- What are the red splashes for?

- Well, they symbolize the pieces of a broken heart.

Why have a broken heart here?

- Maybe because to love fully,

you--you have to embrace a broken heart.

- It's beautiful.

- Mm. I think so.

- Ah, Victoria, good. I was about to call you.

We have a problem.

We just discovered that due to water damage,

sections of the ballroom ceiling are crumbling.

- And this is just a friendly heads-up

that it will have no effect on Tracy and Mike's wedding?

- We are starting repairs immediately,

but the ballroom won't be ready for the wedding,

and the banquet room is already booked.

- So we have no wedding venue?

I'm so sorry.

I've called the insurance ten times.

- It's okay. We'll figure it out.

- Hey! My parents just arrived!

- Hi, Victoria. - Hi.

- What's wrong? Is the sky falling?

- No, just the ceiling.

- Oh, this is not decaf, so don't tell Seth.

- Whoo! - Mmm, so good!

- Are you still thinking about the daffodils?

- No.

I guess losing the venue has made me wonder

if this wedding is somehow wrong,

if I should've chosen something different,

like a ceremony at a courthouse,

or we could've eloped.

- No one's eloping.

- Well, we could've planned many different weddings,

but I thought you wanted

the big destination wedding in Paris.

- Yeah, I did. I do!

I'm just spinning out. This is incredible.

Paris is the most romantic place in the world.

Speaking of romance, Nathalie,

how was your big night out with Seth?

- Oh, well, we didn't go because Seth was worried

about me overtiring myself,

so instead he gave me a foot massage.

- That's romantic.

- Because he was worried about my ankles swelling.

- Less romantic. - Yep.

- We've lost her again.

- Sorry. Muting the phone.

Oh, but we should get going

'cause the cooking class is across town.

- Cooking class?

- Victoria booked us a cooking class

as a wedding week activity.

- Oh, Victoria!

- But shouldn't we be focused on finding a venue?

- We'll find one. Don't worry.

For now, let's just relax and cook.

Two words I don't usually find synonymous.

- And so, is Jacques coming to the class?

- Maybe.

Please, don't make those faces around him.

- No promises.

- Today, we will learn to make

a very typical French dish, ratatouille,

followed by a tarte aux pommes, so let's get cooking.

- Oh, that sounds delicious.

- Excuse me, chef.

While ratatouille and tarte aux pommes do sound delicious,

but when I booked this class

I thought we'd be making something a little fancier.

- Yes, but the point isn't for it to be fancy.

The point is for it to be enjoyed, right?

- Right, but--

Ugh!

- Right.

I see that now.

- Is everything okay?

- I've been having this gut feeling lately,

I couldn't figure out what it was,

but now I realized I planned Tracy a Victoria Lewis wedding.

Complex, lavish, fancy.

But maybe not enjoyable, at least not for her and Mike.

Now Tracy feels like her wedding is wrong

because it is wrong for her.

Gosh.

She really relied on me, and I messed this up.

- But it's okay. You can fix it.

You have, how long?

- Six days.

Six days to replan an entire wedding.

- Well, then, you better get cooking.

- Okay, yeah. Let's do this.

- Here. - Okay.

- Comme ça.

And then around like that.

I...

We're missing eggs for the tart.

- Hi. - Hi.

- How are you? - Fine.

- Okay, um...

Does it feel weird for you, us not being here together?

- Bonjour, Cameron. - Hey, yeah.

- Did you need something?

- Um, I was looking for, um, an egg.

- Well...

Sorry.

- Victoria, I was thinking, maybe tomorrow you could come

to the chateau and we could brainstorm wedding venues.

- I would love that.

- We need to get cooking.

Come on.

Bonjour.

When you said chateau,

I didn't know that was French for palace.

- It's just a country home.

- For who? Louis XIV?

You are now legitimately a fairy-tale prince.

- Yeah, but I didn't need a chateau for that.

So, this was your grandparents'?

- Yeah, they bought it almost 70 years ago.

It was out of their budget and totally crumbling,

but my grandmother fell in love with it.

- So you come from a long line of romantics?

- Something like that.

My grandparents restored it,

and then my parents added in the gardens,

which was their hobby,

and then they passed it on to me.

- Wow. Very lucky you.

This staircase!

Those windows!

I can't believe you live here.

It must add so much glamour to doing your laundry.

Well, it's only ever so glamorous folding socks.

But I do live here, at least for now.

- For now? - Yeah.

I'm considering selling it to the Newton-Abbott Hotel Group.

- That huge hotel chain? - You're not a fan of the idea?

- No, no. I'm just surprised.

- Yeah. I'm surprised too.

My family had their lives here,

and I always thought I'd have the same.

But maybe I want something different, you know?

I always feel most alive when I'm wandering the world

and chasing adventures and meeting new people,

and I can't do that with the chateau.

It requires a lot of upkeep.

- Look at you complaining about owning a castle.

Well, I am French, you know?

- I guess I just don't really understand the issue

with the chateau.

- I guess it gets lonely here.

Well, you could adopt a dog.

- Or a pack of dogs.

Or you could repurpose it.

Forget Newton-Abbott, you could turn this into a hotel.

- Yeah, you know what, I've thought about it,

but it's a big project.

It's too big for just me.

- Well, start small, just a few rooms.

You could host events here.

You could hold weddings here.

- You have to see it.

Jacques' chateau is stunning.

It's, like, straight out of a wedding magazine.

- Wait, wait, wait. Jacques has a chateau?

- But more than that, Tracy.

It's just so you. It's unique.

- It just seems like a lot to ask of Jacques.

He's really okay hosting?

- Oh, more than okay. Yeah, he's excited.

- Excited?

- And I assume that by holding the wedding there,

you know, you two could spend a lot more time together.

- Ooh.

- Trace, so what do you say?

Do you wanna see the chateau?

- Field trip?

- Wow. - All this?

- Would you look at this?

- Hey, if I get lost in there I'll drop a pin.

- So, the whole crew is here?

- We roll deep.

- Well, come in. It's special for everyone.

- Can you believe this? It has over 30 rooms.

- Who cleans it? - I know!

- So, what do you think?

- I think you didn't oversell it.

- It's gorgeous.

- So, is that a yes? - Yes, that's a yes.

- Yes. It's a yes.

No indecision. No waffling.

Maybe. No, I'm just kidding.

- This is so generous of Jacques.

- Where do you think we should hold the ceremony?

- Oh, well, I thought we could hold it over here in the...

what do you two wanna do?

- Um, maybe we hold the whole thing in the garden?

Maybe we place the altar against the garden backdrop.

- Perfect.

A simple, stunning garden wedding.

Ceremony under the setting sun, dancing under the stars.

- Sounds beautiful.

- But does it sound like you two?

At the cooking class, I realized

I was throwing you the wedding that I'm used to throwing.

I love you two so much,

and I just wanted to make it as big and lavish as possible,

but in doing that,

I lost sight of it being you.

Being right for you.

- It's hard for me to know what's right for this wedding.

But, Vic, it's all been great.

We appreciate everything you've done.

- Well, it's an honor, and it will be exquisite.

And now, I just have to figure out how to get it

all done in five days.

Totally doable, by the way.

- Is the sky falling?

- No.

The heavens are just readjusting.

- I know we have a ton to do,

but my parents are just getting in,

so we're gonna head to the hotel.

- I have us booked on an evening tour of the catacombs.

- Th-that's a lot of walking.

Are you sure you don't want to just stay in, rest up?

- No, no. Let's rally.

- And I was hoping we could catch the sunset

at the Sacré-Coeur? - Ooh, sounds good.

- Okay, well, how about we break for today

and meet back here bright and early tomorrow?

Is it okay if I stay a little longer

just to iron out the to-do list?

- Yeah, of course. I'll cook us dinner.

- So what exactly are we making?

- It's just a simple salade niçoise.

- You have 20 ingredients and three burners going,

and yet it's simple?

- I take it you don't cook much?

- No, no.

I work late most nights, and--cue your horror--

I usually grab something from a drive-through.

- Fast food? Oh là là.

- Don't judge. You eat slow food.

- Hmm?

- Escargot.

- Victoria, that was terrible.

Here.

- Mmm.

You know, but I don't cook much.

It feels like you spend an hour cooking, 10 minutes eating

and then three hours cleaning up,

and cooking for one.

- What about when you were with Cameron?

- We weren't very good in the kitchen together,

or at any project together.

We were both fairly independent.

Success is really important to Cameron.

- It seems like it's important to you too.

- It is. It was.

No, it still is.

But, you know, you get older and you find yourself alone,

sitting in your car, eating a dinner of fries

dipped in a milkshake five nights a week,

and you start to question the definition of success.

- You're lonely?

- No, I'm happy by myself.

I pride myself in being a strong, independent woman.

I can open jars and assemble furniture alone,

but it does make me sad to cook for one.

- Hmm.

What about you?

Do you cook like this when you're on your own?

- Yeah, of course. I mean, I enjoy it.

But I like to think I'm worth the effort.

- But, of course,

I prefer cooking for other people, you know?

Inviting friends and family over

and having the house feel full, that's when I'm the happiest.

- Well, that pack of dogs would fill it.

- Yeah, but imagine what they'd do to the lawn.

Well, that was incredible. - Better than the croissant?

- Well, bake me some fresh chocolate croissants right now

and I'll tell you.

- Well, no croissants this evening,

but I think I have something even sweeter.

- Oh.

- A little something. - Oh.

- My old letters? You saved them?

Of course I saved them.

I poured my heart out to you.

I told you things I never told anyone else.

- Me too.

- These letters are just a place I could truly be myself.

- You know, you broke my heart.

- Well, you broke mine too,

but we were just kids.

- What does that mean?

- That means that we were 17,

and I was there and you were here,

and I just didn't see how we could ever be together.

You know, I started to wonder

if we were just puppy love,

or a fairy tale.

- But when did you stop believing in fairy tales?

- I'm not sure.

Maybe when I felt like it was time to grow up,

which was around the same time I wondered

if our love was actually real.

- Isn't all love real?

- Well, maybe that's the problem,

that it gets too real.

- Mm.

Well, I should get back to the hotel.

- Oui. Oui, absolument.

- Okay.

- Um... I'll take you back.

- Hi. - Hi.

- I sent you an email about the walking tour.

- Yep. Got the email.

- Okay.

- Was there something else? - Yes--no--yes.

Um...

I was wondering if I had made a mistake.

- I'm sure you've made a lot of mistakes.

- No, I mean, a mistake in us breaking up.

Because I'm realizing I still have feelings for you.

- Vic, you okay?

- Mm. I'm okay, yeah.

More cake, please.

- Okay. Is this about Cameron?

- I mean, I spent six months

hoping that Cam and I would get back together,

and just as I'm finally starting to get over him

he tells me that he still has feelings.

- So what are you gonna do? - I don't know.

I can't just go running back to Cam.

- As you shouldn't.

- But also, it's very complicated.

- You have a history with him.

- I thought I was gonna have a future with him,

a home, a marriage, a family.

And I don't know, when he broke up with me

it just felt like I lost the life

I thought I was gonna have.

And what about Jen? They seem great together.

- What about Jacques?

- Okay, this isn't about Jacques.

Well, maybe it is, because spending time with Jacques

reminds me of all the things I hoped for before Cam.

- Which was? - I don't know.

All my dreams manifest into a life

of eternal happiness guaranteed.

So, all the reasonable asks. - Yeah.

- Speaking of eternal happiness guaranteed,

what says that more:

lemon chiffon or salted caramel?

- Oh. Um...

- Or, instead of just one flavor,

we could do something a little more fun?

I'm listening.

- What are we gonna do if it rains?

- Ugh, the one thing out

of every wedding planner's control: the weather.

The sky isn't falling. Not yet, anyway.

- Honey, why don't you show me the rest of the chateau.

- Okay.

- Oh, Seth and I are going on a food tour.

I'm gonna eat everything.

- Yeah. - All of it.

- Ah, Victoria.

This is Alex from the Newton-Abbot Hotel Group.

- Nice to meet you. - Yeah, you too.

- Alex was just pressing me for news,

but, alas, I'm undecided.

- Okay, we do need to know by the end of the week, though.

I should get going. Enjoy.

- Salut.

He keeps bringing me gift baskets,

like that's somehow gonna help me determine

the course of my life.

I mean, the wine is a nice touch, but...

- I'm beginning to think the chateau sale

is about more than just travel and upkeep.

- It is.

You know, I thought I'd always thought I'd spend my 20s

traveling the world and finding myself along the way.

'Cause it's that easy.

- Exactly.

And then, I'd come back here,

I'd get married, I'd start a family.

And instead, I'm alone,

and the chateau is a reminder of what I don't have.

You know, I always had big dreams for this place.

Turning it into something else,

but I always felt I'd do that with a partner.

- I get that.

Sometimes we have to let go of the life

we thought we'd have with someone else

so we can try to build a life of our own.

Or at least try.

- Are you letting go of that with Cameron?

- Um...

Well, he...

yesterday, he told me he still has feelings for me.

- And do you still have feelings for him?

- I don't know.

- Oh.

Hey!

- Hey.

- How was your food tour?

Seth was worried about me

being near soft cheeses and charcuterie,

so instead we did a city bus tour.

A lot of selfie-snapping tourists.

- Honey, what's going on?

- You know, Seth and I were always active,

adventurous, spontaneous people.

Ever since I got pregnant, all he wants to do

is research diapers and practice hypnobirthing.

I feel like he's losing sight of us and who we are.

- Hi, guys.

- Well, talk to him.

- Okay. Well, I'll see you guys later.

Oh, God.

- Tell me about your day.

- Well, my employee, Mia,

is planning her first wedding, and she's just so excited.

- Why do you look sad about that?

- I guess I miss being excited.

You know, I realized that for years I've been on autopilot,

and Tracy's wedding falling apart

is the first time that I'm not.

- So does that mean you want to do things differently,

or you want to do different things?

- I don't know.

I have this dream of taking a break,

and I know that's the same dream everyone has,

to take a breather from everyday life to just--

- Wander?

- Wander. Yes.

Travel. Try new things.

Find myself, as you would say.

- So do it.

- I built a business, a brand.

To give that up to chase some unknown dream,

I'd be setting myself up for failure.

- No--I mean, only if you perceive it as a failure.

I mean, take the Arc de Triomphe.

Everybody thinks that it's a monument to triumph,

but no one realizes the real triumph

was in its construction.

It took 30 years to build.

The real triumph is not in the final product,

it's in the journey.

What I'm trying to say is it's not about success.

It's--it's about what we learn.

- I like that.

Even if the analogy is kind of random.

- It's not so random.

- How are these giant architectural marvels

constantly right in front of my face,

and I never see them?

- It's 'cause you are too busy looking at me.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Um, where are you off to?

- I was just gonna check in on the caterer.

- Can I join?

It's probably my duty as the best man, right?

- Okay. Sure.

- Three days to plan, prepare, and cook

a sit-down multi-course meal for all those people?

It's just not possible.

- I know it's not possible, but what is possible

is something casual, something fun.

Croque monsieurs, poutine, salade niçoise,

maybe even a crepe bar.

Like someone very wise

and very much needed to cater this wedding once told me,

"The point isn't to be fancy."

All right.

- Yes! - Excellent.

You were great in there.

It was like having the old Victoria back,

passionate, fiery, persistent, sometimes annoyingly so.

Yes.

- So, I talked to Jen,

told her I think I still have feelings for you.

- Oh, wow.

How did she take that?

- Well, she was upset,

but she understood.

She knows you and I have history together,

plus it's complicated.

We were friends and coworkers for a long time.

Sometimes it's hard to know

if our dynamic is just a friendship or more.

- I think Jen's great,

and I think she could be great for you.

- But you were also good.

- You know, I should get back to the hotel.

So I'll see you at the architecture tour.

- Hi, I'm here to pick up the dress for Tracy Cook.

- Mm-hmm.

- Actually, there's something else.

Guess who found a caterer? - Oh, whew!

I was starting to resign myself

to ordering pizza for the reception, or Chinese.

- She can't decide. - Of course.

- But now we have a new problem.

- Oh, great, I hate to relax. Lay it on me.

- Our pastor suddenly can't make it to the wedding.

- Okay, so we need to find

someone to officiate the ceremony.

- Yeah, and we have someone in mind.

Great--who?

- You. - Me?

- You know us and love us so much,

and you're heartfelt and hilarious,

and the best friend.

So, will you marry us?

- It would be an honor.

- This was one wedding decision that was easy to make.

- Well, I'm glad there was one.

- Ah, other than the decision to marry me, of course.

- Of course, other than that.

- Well, lucky for all of us, I'm already ordained.

Wedding planner equivalent of packing three pairs of heels.

So, three days to pen a touching homage to your love

that you'll remember forever?

On it.

- To the right you can see the Louis Le Vau influence

with the mansard roof and prominent cupola.

- What is a mansard cupola?

- I think she's making it up.

- And now, we can take a break for a petit goûter.

- Oh, well, now she's speaking my language.

- Yeah? - Always.

Come on.

I used to think architecture tours

were the seventh circle of boring,

but eating a fresh beignet on a sunny day in Paris,

I am sold.

- Well, don't tell anyone,

but next time you can just skip the tour

and go straight to the beignets.

You have--you have a little-- - What?

Hmm? - Sugar, here.

- Oh.

- Did I really,

or were you just looking for an excuse to get closer?

I don't need an excuse.

- How about we sneak off and you can show me

another site on our Tour de France?

- That's a good idea. - Okay.

You know what's strange?

I'm here, and yet I already miss it.

- That because you've become a Parisian.

- I've been here for six days. I'm hardly a Parisian.

- Being a Parisian isn't about living in Paris,

it's about coming alive in Paris.

- Well, then I guess I'm an honorary Parisian.

- Exactly.

- Tu me manques, Paris.

That means "I'll miss you Paris," right?

- Um, sort of.

"Tu me manques" in French doesn't mean "I miss you."

"Tu me manques" means "you are missing from me."

So this used to be the Pont des Arts.

- Oh, the bridge covered in locks?

- Exactement.

Couples in love would come here and write their name on a lock,

put it on the bridge, and then throw the key into the Seine.

- So where are all the locks?

- Yeah, well, the weight made the bridge collapse,

so they had to be cut off.

- Oh, that's sad.

- I don't think so.

I know it was supposed to be romantic,

but for me it was the opposite, you know?

Because love is not a lock.

The heart is not something that should be unlocked.

You don't need to give someone a key if it's already opened.

- You wrote something like that in a letter,

one of your last letters to me.

- I remember.

I was trying to explain why I didn't fight for us,

because I believe if you love something

and it don't love you, you set it free.

And if it comes back to you,

then you know it was meant to be.

- Yes, but you also might have to fight for it,

because you say "set free," but I hear "give up."

And it's not just giving up what is,

it's giving up the possibility of what could be.

- Mm-hmm.

So you're glad that you came to Paris?

It was a good idea.

- "Paris is always a good idea."

- "I have learned how to live.

"How to be in the world and of the world,

"and not just stand and watch.

"I will never, ever again

run away from life or from love either."

It's Audrey Hepburn in "Sabrina."

- Yeah.

- Two days to go. Excited?

- I've never been more ready.

Everything okay?

- Yeah, I'm trying to decide which candles to go for.

- I like the pink one.

- Yeah, but the white's more elegant, don't you think?

- White's nice. Which one do you like better?

- I don't know.

- Imagine when we have to decide on paint colors

for our new home.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, honey.

You shouldn't be lifting that. Come on.

- Seth, come on, I'm fine. We just talked about this.

- Yeah, I know, and I told you,

I'm just trying to look out for you.

- Just--I don't need to be looked out for!

- What did I do?

- Nat? What's wrong?

- I tried to talk to Seth, and nothing has changed.

If anything, he's got worse.

- Oh, honey.

- Now I'm sitting here remembering

how perfect our wedding was,

how exciting and romantic.

I don't know. Just everything is changing.

Everything is different.

Oh, no. I think I'm scaring Tracy.

- No, you're not scaring me,

because I'm already scared.

- You are? Of what?

- I don't know.

Nathalie saying everything changing, getting married,

a new life, baby names, paint colors.

Brr.

What if this is the wrong choice?

What if marriage isn't right for every couple?

- But you love Mike so much.

- With every iota of my being.

And I've wanted to marry him since our third date.

And with all my indecision,

he's the only thing I've ever been totally sure of.

Until now.

- Trace, it's okay if you don't wanna get married.

The prewedding jitters are normal.

Every couple I work with has some version of cold feet.

- Really? - Yeah, of course.

- Hi! Sorry I'm late.

Um, I will come back.

- No, it's fine.

I should get back to wedding prep.

- Hey! Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- Um... what can I help with?

- Uh, well, you can assist me with the tables.

Looks great.

- Just trying to master

the lost art of setting the table.

- This is awkward. - So awkward.

- It's just the most awkward.

It doesn't have to be.

Look.

I know Cameron still has feelings for you.

I was the one that encouraged him to tell you.

- You did?

- Honestly, this was a concern of mine.

When we first started dating,

I wanted to take things really slow

'cause I thought he might not be over you,

and I guess I was right.

- Well, maybe he is over me, and this is just growing pains.

Maybe you two are meant to be together.

- Or maybe we're friends and got confused.

I-I don't know.

But at least he's being honest about it,

and that helps.

- You are so much more mature than me.

- Definitely not. This is all for show.

But I know this situation is complicated,

but Cameron is a friend, and you're his friend,

so I'd really like to think

that the two of us could be friends too.

- I'd like that.

- And whatever happens, "We'll always have Paris."

- "Casablanca"? - Yeah, I love old movies.

- I do too.

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

- You've been avoiding my calls.

- I'm sorry.

It's... it's a lot to consider.

- I understand, but we need an answer.

Jacques, I understand your family has history here,

but just think of the possibilities

if you were to sell.

Maybe it's time to let go.

- Hmm. Let go.

Let go.

So, you're finally taking a much needed break.

- I wish.

Instead, I'm trying to write the wedding ceremony,

but I don't know what to say.

Any ideas?

- Well, maybe you could write something about love?

- Good insight. Thanks for the help.

- Well, maybe you could say something

about fighting for love.

Fighting for your dreams, never giving up.

- You're not selling?

That's amazing!

- You know, I just-- I saw the chateau come alive

with the wedding preparations, and it made me realize

I have plans for this place for myself,

and I'm gonna take your suggestion.

- And adopt a pack of dogs?

- Maybe one day, but for now,

I'm gonna repurpose the chateau.

I wanna make it into a beautiful inn or event space.

I know there are a lot of event spaces,

but only a few so close to Paris.

- I know! This is prime location.

Ever since I set eyes on the chateau,

all I could think was "event space."

And I have a million ideas,

and not just for weddings and parties,

but creating a space

that really brings community together.

- I love that. I wanna hear all your ideas.

Maybe we could be unofficial partners.

- I'd like that.

- Excuse me, Jacques. We lost power.

- Oh, it happens. It's probably the fuse box.

I'll show you.

- You know, it's really gracious of you

to host the wedding,

to do all this for a total stranger.

- Well, Victoria is not really a stranger.

- Yeah, of course not.

You two were pen pals, right?

- We were a little more than that.

- Yeah, sure, of course.

Hey, I still even remember my first kiss,

but you and Vic, it's vacation romance.

Vic and I, we have a life together.

- But you broke up with her.

- Yeah. I made a mistake.

We need to talk.

Um...

I wanna give us another shot.

- I...

I don't know if I do.

- Vic, please, don't give up on us.

- Hi. So good to see you both.

Let me fix that.

- Okay, good.

Mm...

Three...

Excuse me, can we get some more ice for the champagne?

Thank you.

Vic!

- Hey. - You look amazing.

- You guys look great.

- Oh, stop. - We know.

- Have you, uh-- have you seen Jacques?

- I have not, not yet. I mean, is he late?

- He's French. He's always late.

True.

Okay, I'm gonna grab some appetizers.

- Oh, it's okay, sweetie. I'll get them for you.

- Hey, no, no, no, wait. Thank you.

That is chivalrous,

but I can get it myself. I know shrimp cocktail.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you sure you're allowed shrimp?

Because I'm pretty sure the book said something about,

you know, the mercury-- - Okay, you know what--no, no.

Shh! Sit.

- What? - Yeah, right now.

- Are you okay? - Well...

Okay. Seth, I love you.

I love us, and you are my best friend and the love of my life.

- I know.

- No, but ever since I got pregnant,

I feel like we're Mommy and Daddy.

- Well, yeah, we will be Mommy and Daddy.

- Mm-hmm, yes, to our baby. But to each other?

You know, we're still partners and friends and us.

That is so special, babe.

I don't want it to change, and I wanna protect it.

- Oh. I'm sorry.

- No, you don't need to be sorry.

Just be you.

And let us be us.

- God, I love you.

- Honey, you okay? - Yeah!

I'm a little nervous about tomorrow.

- You are? - Aren't you?

- Nervous about marrying you? Not in the slightest.

I've never been more certain about anything in my life.

I thought we both felt that way.

- We do.

- Tracy, do you have cold feet?

No.

I just wonder if...

what if this is the wrong choice?

- That sounds a lot like cold feet.

- Welcome, and thank you for being here.

Now, as you all know Tracy,

you know that she can be a tad indecisive,

but the one thing that she always knew

is that Mike is the one.

Congratulations, Tracy and Mike.

- Hey.

Um, about yesterday, I'm really sorry.

I guess I just care a lot about you,

and I was confused,

and I guess a little jealous.

- No, I think it's good it happened.

We needed to know for sure, but you were right the first time.

We don't have a future together.

- At least not as a couple. - Exactly.

And I think--I think that's why it was so hard for me

to accept our breakup because, you know,

you're such a big part of my past,

and I don't wanna lose you from my life.

- I don't either.

- Also, I think you and Jen are really great together.

- Thanks, but I really messed that up.

- Well, fix it.

- Yeah. I'll work on it.

- I've been calling and texting.

What's going on?

Victoria,

I'm so glad that we reconnected, really,

and I take full responsibility for what happened here.

I do.

Because, you know, I knew that you weren't over Cameron,

and I knew that

you didn't think we were real the first time,

but I hope that this time you feel differently.

- I do feel differently.

- Do you?

Or do you think that you're just using me

to make Cameron jealous?

- Is--is that what you really think?

I think that-- I think that it feels

just like it did the first time, you know?

Cameron appears, and then I'm gone.

- You ended things with me,

and now-- now you're doing it again.

And why?

Because I'm not some teenage pen pal

or a flaneur or adventure to chase,

but a real person.

Okay.

Now I remember the real reason we broke up the first time.

- I...

I'll see you at the wedding.

- Honey. Honey, there you are.

The hairstylist has been-- what--

Oh, honey. What's going on?

- I messed things up with Mike. I got in my head,

and now he thinks he's just another thing

I can't make my mind up about.

- But is he? - No!

I love him.

And what you said in your toast was true.

He's the only thing I've ever been sure about.

I just let my indecision sabotage me again.

- Oh, honey.

Yes, you are indecisive,

but that's not necessarily a bad thing,

because your indecision allows you to not need a plan

and not be afraid of the unknown.

It opens doors to possibilities

that other people only dream about.

- Like marrying my soul mate

in the most romantic city in the world?

- Yes! Exactly.

So now you go get your man.

- Yeah. - Go get your man.

- Mike.

I need to talk to you.

- I got dressed in case you wanted to go through with it.

- Of course I wanna go through with it.

And I'm sorry I momentarily lost my mind.

With so much changing, I didn't see the one thing

that will always stay the same: my love for you.

And I know I'm indecisive, but there's one choice

that's easy to make,

that I'm so grateful

I get to choose over and over every day,

the choice to love you.

- Well, I mean, look at me.

I don't give you much of a choice.

Trace, I don't know anything either,

but I know I wanna not know with you.

- That was hard to follow, but I love the gist.

- Hey! Save it for the wedding.

- Okay, and we are done.

Oh, you look beautiful.

Now, it's time for the dress. - Oh.

- So, we still have this beautiful number,

but also a little gift from me.

- What?

Oh, it's the one I fell in love with!

Thank you.

You're gonna make me choose on my wedding day?

- I would never.

I was thinking more of a costume change.

You can wear the original for the ceremony,

and this one for the reception.

And do the "YMCA" all night long.

- Yes!

- Oh, yeah, you are definitely

gonna be able to do some good dance moves in this one.

- So this is why I brought three pairs of heels.

- Yeah.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm great.

Guys, I'm fine.

Also kind of completely crushed.

I fell for Jacques,

and as much as I didn't want to admit it,

it felt real.

- Then why not try and fight for him?

- Well, Jacques doesn't think that love works that way,

and maybe it doesn't.

Maybe I should just be grateful because spending time with him

reminded me of what I always hoped love would be,

what I hoped life would be, who I hoped I would be.

And despite being hurt, I actually--

I feel like myself again.

I feel unlocked.

Uh, I-I gotta go.

- I knew it. - I know.

- I told you, I told you. - I--you did.

- Hey. Mom.

Sorry, I know it's super early there, but I need your help.

There's a box of letters probably in my old room

in the closet with the artwork.

I need a photo of one of the letters.

Oh, it's not time yet. Let's stay up here.

- Thank you for coming.

- Well, I wasn't gonna miss the cheese tower.

Yeah.

Look, Jen, I am so sorry.

I got confused and made a big mess of things.

But the one thing I know

for sure is how important you are to me,

and I don't wanna lose your friendship.

- You haven't.

I'm still your friend.

So let's start there. See what happens.

- Wow.

I want to be honest.

I really didn't know what to say up here,

so I asked a friend for help,

and he said, "Talk about love."

And I know that sounds obvious, but then I wondered,

"Well, what is love?"

And then I remembered a letter someone wrote me

a very long time ago that answers that question,

and I'm paraphrasing because he was 18 when he wrote it,

and English is his second language.

♪ ♪

What is love?

We're often told it's an interlocking of two souls,

but no, love is not a locking, but rather an embracing,

an embracing of dreams and hopes and fears and hurts,

an embracing of both what is and what could be,

what love could be,

what life could be, what we could be.

We sometimes ask what is the key to love?

Well, the bad news is there is no key.

The good news is, it isn't locked.

And that's what I see when I look at the two of you.

A love of open hearts and open minds and open eyes,

a love that inspires you to believe in fantastic things,

a love worth growing for, worth working for,

worth fighting for.

And with that...

Mike, do you take Tracy to be your wife?

- You know I do.

- And, Tracy, do you take Mike to be your husband?

- I do.

- Well, I now pronounce you husband and wi--

- I swear, next time I will

come on the walking architecture tour.

- You will? - Okay, I promise.

- ♪ I sent you a letter ♪

♪ A telegram too ♪

♪ Answer your phone, baby ♪

♪ I need to talk to you ♪

♪ We can't go on ♪

♪ With me just loving you ♪

♪ Open your mirrors, baby ♪

♪ That's my last letter to you ♪

♪ I need no picture ♪

♪ To remind me of you ♪

- That was a beautiful ceremony.

I'm sorry.

I was wrong.

I thought that if you love something, you set it free.

And now I see you can set it free

and hold it close at the same time,

and I want to do that.

I don't want to give up.

I want to fight.

- Hopefully for me, and not with me.

- But I'm here, and you're there.

How does this work?

- I'm not sure.

But I know the way I feel about you is real.

It was always real.

And I don't know what I'm doing,

or what we're doing, or what we are,

or what our final destination will be,

but I wanna wander with you.

And if my impassioned speech didn't convince you,

then think of all the money we'd save on stamps.

- ♪ Oh, and when all these wonderful moments ♪

♪ That I have spent here with you ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I swallowed up my pride ♪

♪ And I beg, I beg ♪

♪ I beg of you, oh, baby ♪

- Tu me manques.

- Not anymore.

- ♪ These changes you're putting me through ♪

♪ ♪