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Choices,

choices, choices.

Hm.

Who do I want to be tonight?

Yeah. Tina Tarniquet.

Tina...

Tarniquet.

I wonder which band
they'll be going with tonight.

-Tara, you want anything--
-Aunt Rhonda! Can't you knock?

Not again.
Aren't you a little old

to be crashing
Christmas parties?

And aren't you a little old
to be wearing skinny jeans?

I look good.

You should come with me.
It's gonna be a good one.

Better than the one
you went to last year?

You know, with Santa
and his shirtless reindeer?

Ooh, I think you're
talking about...

Claudia's Naughty Not Nice
Lingerie Trunk Show?

-Ooh. Oh, yeah.
-Yeah.

-Remember this one?
-Mm-hm.

-That was so nice.
-Okay, those are cute.

But nothing will compare
to the birthday party

you threw me last year.

I still don't know
how you pulled it off

in 24 hours with no budget.

You know, you could be planning
these parties, hon.

But I have
a computer science degree.

If this plan to sneak into
the Everest

Christmas Party works out,

my dating app could be live
by next year.

Okay, I thought you were
givin' up dating

until you made
your first million.

Are we looking for love?

-I'm looking for a paycheck.
-I thought you liked your job.

I code operating systems
for dishwashers.

Do you know that last year,
consumers paid

over $5 billion
on dating apps?

And Elliott Everest
is one of the most...

influential tech investors
in the country.

Why don't you just make
an appointment at his office?

No one like Elliott is going
to give someone like me

a second look unless I get
right in his face.

You know, you're brave,
just like your mama.

You know, she would just
take off whenever, um...

-Yeah. Whenever work called?
-Okay.

-That's not what I meant to say.
-Mm-hm.

You know,
she's moving back to town.

-No.
-Maybe you guys can mend things.

You know, patch things up.

And maybe Santa can come down
the chimney

and leave Idris Elba
under my Christmas tree.

Tara, she's not as bad
as you think.

Of course not.

Because of her, I learned that
that the only person

I can depend on is myself.

Ahem! And you.

Let me see what time it is.

Oh! Look at that.

It's time for me to get ready,
and it's time

for you to leave my room! Bye!

I love you, thank you.
Please close the door. Bye.

Pull it together, girl.

You've worked too hard
to blow this.

Shoot! Retinal scanners.

Oh! Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry.

-It's okay. It's okay.
-Did I really just do that?

I designed it to be stain proof
for such tragedies.

-Oh, isn't that impressive?
-I'd like to think so.

So why are you leaving?

Uh, I misplaced my invitation.

And security is being
a little extra.

But they should be able
to find you

on the list though, right?

Yeah, but I mean, look at
that this line, you know, I'm...

I'm in no mood to stand in line
with a bunch of people

hoping to be verified.
Not my problem.

Well, I don't believe in
problems. Only opportunities.

-Excuse me.
-Oh, um...

I could be your plus one.

Maybe, but I don't really do
lines either, Mr...

Um, Bailey.

Tre Bailey.

Tina Tarniquet.

-Well, Mr. Bailey...
-Uh, Tre is fine.

I have an idea. A-are you game?

Lead the way, Ms. Tarniquet.

Tina's fine.

Yes, you are.

Right here,
we'll take off our coats

and, uh... put on the jackets.

-Make it quick. Make it quick!
-Yeah.

Follow my lead. Just stay cool.

Do you know that he paid
with coupons?

-No!
-Mm!

Doesn't he know your bed is not

a blue light special zone?

You better believe it,
my panties are full price

and never on sale.

Oh, hey, girl.
Oh, I love them shoes!

Mm-hm.

See ya.

Keep the pace.

Oh, put it right there.
Right there.

-Great. Great.
-You're pretty good.

Yeah, well, the panty trick
is a great diversion,

as long as I have someone
to do it with.

Most underwear games are.

Look, I'm sure that pretty-boy
charm has worked with you

quite well in life,
but I'm not the one.

-I apologize.
-No need.

Just making sure
we have an understanding.

Okay, we're in, but we're not
completely in the clear.

Luckily, I saw the wristbands
that they were handing out.

And I have a few bands
for such occasions.

So who are you and what are you
really doing here?

Can you keep a secret?

My name is Tara
and I design apps.

Dating apps. I came to pitch
Lord Everest himself.

No way!
That's why I'm here, too.

-You design software?
-No. Fashion is my game.

I plan on showing my designs
to London Everest. She's the--

Daughter. Yeah.
I follow her socials.

Ah. So you know she's a taste
maker in the fashion world.

One comment or post from her,
I can finally get my big break.

-The struggle is real.
-Yeah.

It's just funny to meet
a complete stranger

who's a friend in "the work."

Might say it's destiny.

Um, so what do you say
we work together

to make our dreams come true?

-Partners?
-Partners.

-Ready? Okay.
-Let's go.

Oh, this way.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wrong way.

Check-in is out there.

We already checked in.

He just had to use the bathroom.

-In the kitchen?
-Uh, we got lost.

But now, we're headin' back
to our tables.

Where's your wristband, sir?

Oh, babe, did you leave it
at the table again?

Ugh, men, you can't take them
anywhere.

Which table?
And I'll escort you.

Not necessary.
But thanks anyway!

I'm afraid I'mma have to insist,
ma'am.

We're with London.
Hey, Lon! It's Tara!

I'm ready to get this place
wrecked!

-Excuse me, honey.
-So you're actually not coming?

Babe, come on, you know I'm in
football training right now.

-What's her name?
-Ms. Everest...

Really, London? We're not going
down this road again.

The road of lies

leading directly
into skank town?

Mrs. Everest if I may...

I am sick and tired of
you always acusing me

of cheating

Until you learn to trust me, I
think we need to take a break.

No, Canyon! We're not doing this
back and forth again.

Either you're in or you're out!

Fine. Then I guess I'm out.

Fine! And for the record

you were never really
really inin to begin with.

-Ms. Everest
-What?!

These two claim to be your
guests, but I'm not sure they
are properly

Well, well, London, we met at
the yacht party in San Tropez
last summer.

You posted pics of us
and everything.

-I did?
-It's me sweetheart.Tara.

-Oh, Tara?
-London. Ohh

Mwah. Mwah. You look so good in
green girl. Good to see you.

Oh, oh, is this your boyfriend?

Him? No.
This is Tre. He's my...

-Cousin.
-Mm-hm.

Um, single cousin.

Oh, I love my very single cuz!

Miss Everest, I need to make
sure that these two

are properly checked in, or
Mrs. Everest will have my hide.

-Sir, if you'll come with me.
-Uh, whoa.

Easy. This suit costs more
than most cars.

-Uh, run along, Maynard.
-But your mother--

I said, go.

Ma'am.

Why doesn't the help
just, like, help?

-Would be so much easier.
-Tell me about it.

-There was this salesboy--
-Soft yet strong.

Who, who is this?
Ricardo Cordero?

No, but I see you have on
the Ricardo Cordero pumps.

Gucci dress? No.

-Ty Voss.
-Yes.

Ty's a personal friend of mine.

You know a lot about fashion.

It's what I live
and breathe for.

Why don't we get a drink

and I can tell you
more about me?

Okay. Let's go, guys.

Fillinger, many AR-based ideas
eventually become

fully functional mobile apps.

Listen, let's discuss this
later, Sapphy's mad enough

that I keep taking work
calls around her.

See you soon.

-Having a good time?
-Mm-hm.

Your, uh, face,
it's a little creamy.

Oh.

Little more? Mm.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

You can have that.

-Oh, wait, uh, Mr. Everest?
-Elliott's fine? And you are?

I'm Tara, I'm a good friend
of your daughter's.

Oh, really?
She usually doesn't

invite friends
to things like these.

Maybe I'm not as dull
as she keeps telling me I am.

I don't think you are.

-Have a food evening, Tara.
-Thank you.

Oh, wait, don't go, um...

Ooh...

S-sorry, I just, I really wanna
show you something.

Okay.

Well, sir, it's this thing.
Well, it's not really a thing.

It's like a program. An app.
You know when you open your--

-Slow down. Breathe.
-Okay.

Is the app on your phone?
C-can you show me?

My phone? Yeah! I actually have
the beta test right here.

Um, so you...

Uh...

Of course, now it doesn't open,
right?

I mean, this damn wi-fi.
What is this place, Fort Knox?

Just call my office and pitch it
to my development team.

Okay.

God, please help me save this!

-Mr. Everest!
-Yes.

Hit the deck!

Oh, my God!
Darling, are you okay?

Nearly decapitated by these dumb
decorations you insisted on.

These are custom-made
one-of-a-kind designs.

Can we please not argue now?

And to think I was worried you
wouldn't have any fun tonight.

-Oh.
-It's not like that.

-This woman...
-Um, Tara.

Tara Aries.

This Tara Aries saved my life.

Well, I don't remember putting
a Tara Aries on my guest list.

Tara's more of a nickname.
I'm a friend of London's.

-She invited me.
-No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.
Back in St. Tropez.

Honestly I have no recollection
of who you are

or why I would ever invite you
to this bore-fest of a party.

No offense, daddy.

-Maynard!
-Right here, ma'am.

Would you please remove
these uninvited guests?

-Yes, ma'am. Sir.
-Come on.

Maynard, let them go.

This young lady
practically saved my life.

And the way that you say thanks
is to throw them out?

Um, London, the reason you don't
recognize Tara is...

Sorry cuz,
because she got a nose job.

You were actually the one
who recommended it.

My nose has always been perfect.

But that's why I told the doctor
to make mine look like yours.

Yeah, Tara's nose
was an absolute mess.

It was huge. Grotesque.

-Like an elephant.
-Actually, it wasn't that big.

I mean, children used to run
and hide for cover

under their beds for weeks
when she'd sneeze.

My cousin's such a kidder!

Let's get out of here and bolt
before they call the police.

Uh, b-but, Tre,
where are you going?

You know, my uncle once told me,

"Go where you are celebrated,
not where you are tolerated."

-Au revoir!
-Stop!

Did you say Uncle? And your last
name is Aries?

-Yes.
-So you're related to Calvin
Aries?

Calvin!

Calvin Aries is my one of four
interior designers

Au revoir!
I keep on call.

I invited him to my brunch but

he's in Rio
for the next three months.

Yeah. You caught us. But really,
we must be going.

Calvin would kill me if he knew
I told his niece to leave.

Uh, please don't say a word.

My lips are sealed.

Oh!

Oh, that's my song!

I love this song!
Let's dance, darlin'!

You know I don't dance.

Mrs. Everest, you and me,
let's go.

Call me Sapphire. Mrs. Everest
is my mother-in-law.

When will I learn that I can't
depend on anyone but myself?

I'm sorry.
I don't mean to complain.

No, complaining is one of my

favorite past times.

What's troubling you?

Okay, well, every year,
I host an exclusive

Christmas Eve brunch,
and everyone who's anybody

in Atlanta wants to get
invited too.

That's the social event
of the Christmas season.

Yeah, well, this year,
it's going to be a disaster.

My caterer canceled.
And then my party planner quits.

Due to an ailment in her
you-know-where.

-Mm-hm, yes.
-Ooh!

I honestly have no idea

how everything just fell apart
on me so quickly.

I mean, my estate
isn't even decorated

because all of my designers
are unavailable.

I mean, why is the world turning
on me? What did I do?

Mrs. Everest, please calm down.

Maybe, maybe I can fill in.

That's sweet, Tara.
Thank you for offering.

But I need someone who can take
the reins of everything.

You know, the decorating,
the catering.

It's on a scale I don't think
you can handle.

Like on a scale of something...

like this?

I know all there is
to know about

throwing a Christmas party.

London, please, it's not really
that big of a deal.

It's a very big deal. Mother.

Look at Tre's suit.
Feel the material.

Um, ooh! What is that?
Adara? DiCecco?

Um, it's my design.

And Tre is going to design
a dress for me to wear

for your Christmas Eve brunch.

Why, how nice.

If I had to wear that

horrid thing from France
I brought. Ugh!

Gag me now.

You mean that $10,000
horrid thing?

Oh. I can't till you to waste
your own money one day.

So, um, Tara, what's the going
rate for a party planner?

-It varies, you know--
-Say 25K cash.

All expenses paid. You can stay
on-site at our estate.

You'll have full use of
all the amenities.

The pool. Chef. Masseuse.
What do you say?

Well, I'd say I think it's gonna
be a very Merry Christmas!

Yes! Yes! Cheers!

Cheers!

-Mother.
-Yes, yes.

Oh, uh, don't you think
you'll need Tre there?

You know, since he's making
London's dress and all.

Oh, but, of course.

That way, you could be with your
cousin at Christmas.

Perfect.
Tara can have my old room.

And Tre will sleep in the bed
right next to mine.

Oh.

What's this about house-guests?

Daddy, Tara will help mom
with her tiny party.

And Tre will design me
an even tinier dress

for mother's brunch.

I'm not sure about this,
Sapphire.

A minute ago, you were mad
because I wanted her to leave.

Now you're mad
because I want her to stay!

Is that... I mean,
you are a piece of work.

-Don't even start--
-O-okay, mom. Dad.

I'm sorry, darlin', I just can't
believe all of this...

Ahem.

Tara, you sure you know
what you're getting us into?

You mean, a chance to win
their trust? You're welcome.

I don't know, it's one thing to
crash a party. But to plan one?

Well, I planned my Aunt Rhonda's
50th birthday and it was a hit.

I've crashed so many
parties that

planning and decorating this
one will be a piece of cake.

-Mm.
-Ooh!

It's gonna be easy.

-We didn't get caught.
-Mnh-mnh.

Wait, where's Wise Man
number three?

I don't know,
I think he got mixed up

in the Kwanzaa decorations.

Well, I guess we could just
improvise

with one of the shepherds.

Maybe... a little scarf here.

And a necklace... there.

Voila.

Wait...Where is baby Jesus?

You're not supposed to display
the baby until Christmas Eve.

No one should see him
in the manger yet.

Oh, just like you never saw me
growing up?

Tara! Show some respect.
Diahann's still your mother.

How many times do we have to
go over this?

I never went to college
and I had a child to support.

When I finally got a sales job
that needed me to travel,

I had to take it,
luckily, Rhonda was able

to provide you
a stable childhood

until I could get on my feet.

So what, do you want me
to thank you for never

being there for me?
You know, Aunt Rhonda

was more of a mother to me
than you've ever been.

It hurt to watch
my sister raise you

while I was trying to make
a decent living.

Baby, if I could
change the past--

Why are you back
in Atlanta anyway?

A new job. And a good one.

Director of Communications
at a biotech firm.

Now that I'm back,
I-I hoped we could--

-Reconnect?
-Yeah.

No.

I'm not getting back
on this merry-go-round

that is your life.

Hope, then disappointment.

Trust, then more betrayal.

Do you know I get
emotional whiplash

every time I think about you?

-Baby, I love you!
-If you love me, leave me alone.

I have a good life now.

In fact,
I'm gonna spend Christmas

with one of the most successful
families on the planet.

Even if you have to lie
to get there?

Tara, what kind of trouble
are you involved in?

I'm not in any trouble.

And even if I were,
I can get myself out of it.

Of all the things she could
inherit from you,

why does she get my stupid,
self-defeating stubbornness?

She'll come around.
Have faith.

You know she's right.

You definitely been more of
a mother to her than I have.

Look, you're my sister.

And I know the sacrifices
that you've made

that Tara couldn't possibly
understand. Okay?

I just hate that I've put
so much on you to step up.

-When I couldn't--
-Stop! Stop! Stop.

Don't you think it's time that
we start the healing process?

Sis, you've got to forgive
yourself first.

She'll come around eventually.

-Okay? Mm-hm.
-You're right, thank you.

All right. Go put little Baby
Jesus down, girl, help me.

Okay, so you pledged
Alpha at Howard.

After graduation you went
to FIT, New York.

And the you studied in Milan
for a year.

-Wait!
-No, that's right.

No, what if they ask how
we're related?

-My mom's side or yours?
-That's your bag.

After all, you already told them
our Uncle Calvin

is their interior designer.

I can't believe
I broke my own rule!

Never tell a lie
that someone can verify.

I guess we can just say
my dad's side?

Which could be the case because
he was never in my life.

Me neither. Or my mom.

Uh, I grew up in foster care.

-I'm sorry.
-Don't be.

My parents were great
and raised me as their own.

They're celebrating
the holidays in Mexico.

Don't you want to be with them?

The trip was my
anniversary present.

They got married on
Christmas Day 30 years ago.

Thirty years?
That's wonderful.

True story, they got engaged
less than a month

after they met,
real love at first sight stuff.

-Come on. Really?
-Yes, really!

You don't believe in
love at first sight?

I'm just too practical
for all that

star-crossed love stuff.

-No offense to your parents.
-Mm, none taken.

So, a-and this is just in case
the Everest's ask.

But, uh,
do you have a boyfriend?

Not right now.

I vowed to not get distracted
by boys

and all that drama
until my career's taken off.

Why does dating
have to be full of drama?

-Can't it just be fun?
-Tre?

Oh, my God! Tre! Yoo-hoo!

London?
What're you doing here?

I came in to grab a cappuccino.
My psychic is right next door.

Well, she's really
a pet psychic.

But that still works for me

since, and you'll
never believe this,

she says I was a Pomeranian
in a former life.

Oh, I believe it. Absolutely.

She did a very special tarot
reading for me today

and guess who showed up
in my cards?

-Who?
-She didn't give an exact name.

Just that the man of my dreams
would declare his love for me

on Christmas Eve.

I have goosebumps.

Then we, uh, we gotta make sure
you're looking your best

for Mr. Right.

By the way, I told my publicist,
my Christmas Eve dress

is being designed
by a very talented

and very hot new designer.

He's already talked it up
to all the top

fashion culture sites
and mags.

Your handmade designs
all over my body

will make quite the sensation.

That's incredible, London.

How can I ever thank you?

I'll come up with a list.

We'll be
at your house tomorrow.

Um, what's your address?

You're such a riot, Tre.

I will have my limo
come pick you up.

Limo?

Uh, in fact, um, the limo can
pick us both up from Tara's

so the driver doesn't have
to make more than one trip.

Uh, I'll text you the address.

Ooh! Wow, I'm late for my nails.

Why is being beautiful
so time-consuming?

I'll see you two tomorrow.

Ciao!

What's with all the attitude?

I feel like I was pretty nice
to a woman

who used to be a Pomeranian.

We still need her to like us.

Tara, London is my ticket
to a legitimate career.

A line of clothes,
branding, a store--

Okay!

Okay.
I'll play nice with the dog.

What's wrong?

Am I really gonna be able
to pull off

everything that I agreed to?

Not only is this challenging,
but...

but this could be dangerous
if-if I screw all this up.

You're not in this alone.

Remember the pact we made?

-Partners.
-Right.

Partners.

Oh, my.

Now I see why she doesn't want
to spend Christmas with me.

Come on in, Tre.
This is my Aunt Rhonda.

Now, can you tell her
how what we're doing

is not illegal
while I go get my coat?

Uh, you have a lovely home.

Well, Tara decorated it.

She has an incredible eye.

Your praise means a lot
coming from the fashion designer

I've been hearing about.

-Is that one of your designs?
-This? Oh, no.

I mostly do couture. That's
where the real money's at.

Not that cash is the only reason
I got into fashion design.

It most certainly helps.
May I see your phone?

All right, thank you.

Okay.

There you go.

If she needs my help,
you call me.

-She's like a daughter to me.
-She's very lucky to have you.

I'm lucky to have her.
She's a remarkable young woman.

I'm beginning
to figure that out.

What're you two
conspiring about?

Oh, I'm just warning him
how you're nothing

but trouble and aggravation.

Ah!

Wow.
Our chariot has arrived.

-Oh, wow.
-Let me help you with that.

Oh, no, no, you don't need
to help me with my bags.

Okay, forgive my niece.

She has never seen
a gentleman in the wild before.

You don't need to worry
about me.

Yes, I do. Unless, of course,

you wanna give
the job to someone else.

Because, I know somebody
who really wants it.

I don't have time to argue
about that woman anymore.

Then don't argue.

-Just meet your mom half-way.
-Mm.

A third of the way?
A hop, skip, and a jump away?

Have a Merry Christmas.
I love you.

Wish me luck.

-Bye.
-Bye, darlin'.

Oh, boy.

Cookies? Thank you.

-Thanks.
-Mm.

Wow.

Pinch me and say
it's not a dream.

-It's not a dream.
-Not...

-I'm ticklish.
-Good morning!

Yeah, you must be
London's friends.

I'm her grandmother, Carolina.

I'm Tara and this is Tre.

You two make such a cute couple.

How long have you been dating?

Oh, we're not,
we're not together.

-We're cousins.
-Oh. Mm.

Mm-hm. Cousins.

We can't touch like that
anymore, last thing we need

is Sophia from the Golden Girls
figuring us out.

Remember, it's business,
not pleasure.

Nice.

Oh, wait, I, uh...

I got something for you.

Here you go, it's a tip.

Just gonna try just a little.

Oh, I gotta get me some of this.

Tara!

I only used a little bit,
I swear.

Oh, please, use all of it!
My home is your home.

Thank you. Okay, should we get
into party planning?

-I already made a list of--
-Oh, darling.

Before we get into all that,

why don't you and Tre

join us for a light lunch?

-Say a half hour.
-Okay.

Give you a chance
to slip into something

a little more... appropriate.

Okay.

"Appropriate?"

Oh, how lovely you look.
Come, sit next to me!

Okay.

Ow! Ooh!

Here, easy, I got you.

Okay, okay,
you're makin' a scene.

I'm fine, I'm up. Oh!

I'm here. We can start now.

-Ahem. Um...
-Oh.

-Sorry, am I in your way?
-Not anymore.

You gonna rearrange the
living room while you're at it?

-Tre.
-Oh.

Smile.

Thank you.

Thank you.

-Tara, aren't you hungry?
-Absolutely.

But, um, do you happen to have

any wings in the back
or something like that?

Kidding, just kidding, I just...

I just love, um...

-Foie gras.
-Of course.

I just didn't recognize it
prepared in this style.

Do you know foie gras
is one of my favorite dishes?

-I'm just gonna dig in.
-Mm! Mine, too!

Not many people appreciate
fatty goose liver.

Can we talk about the party?

We only have three days
to get everything together

and it has to be luxurious.

Young lady,
now are you sure you're not in

just a little over your head?

Mother Everest,
Tara is an Aries.

I'm a Sagittarius. Who cares?

Her uncle is Calvin Aries.
My decorator.

Oh, I see. Tara, do you spend
a lot of time with your uncle?

Mm, not as much as I'd like to.

I just hope there's enough time
to source out

all these decorations.

Oh, the garage is full
of everything

the decorators have used
over the years.

Elliott, can you show her
where it's at after lunch?

Elliott?

Uh...

This is business, Sapphire.

I can't just ignore
these people.

Why not?
You ignore me.

And now Christmas has officially
switched to Def Con 2.

Tara, it would be my pleasure
to show you

where we store the decor.

Okay, I guess I'll just change
clothes again.

-Oh, uh, I'll help.
-Okay.

But you haven't even finished
your lunch.

Uh, trust me, a little of this
liver goes a long way.

Uh, excuse me.

It's foie gras.

Well, here it is.

Every decoration for the past
ten years.

Or 20.

Oh!

It's not that much of a mess,
is it?

Unh-unh.

I've been begging
Sapphy to throw all this

stuff out for years, but
every time I try to tell her--

Tell me what?

For you to throw out
all this junk.

Oh, our memories are junk now,
are they?

Dear, what can I help you with?

I came out here to ask Tara

how she's going to trim
the family Christmas tree.

I think that's where
we should start

since we're so behind
with the decorating.

That being said, don't you think
the family Christmas tree

should be decorated
by the family?

Thank you! I've been trying
to tell Sapphy this for years.

I loved decorating the tree
when I was a kid.

But the big tree needs to be
decorated by the professionals.

Of course,
I'll do whatever you want.

However, I do think it'd be a
great conversation piece

to tell your guests
how much the tree means

to you and your family.

Oh, you mean do it ourselves?

Yes!

Maybe this Christmas, we could
start to act like a family.

And... I'll put away my phone.

Deal.

Tara Aries, you are intuitive
and a born mediator.

I like it.

Keep it up.

I think he really likes me!

Oh, yes, good, yes.

-Everything okay, Carolina?
-Yes, dear.

I'm just surprised at what
I'm hearing in here, laughter.

Ooh!

Look who's under the mistletoe.

Aren't we a bit old for that?

Uh-oh.

Mm, knew that wouldn't last.

They used to be so affectionate.

Lately, my son's way
of showing affection

is just lookin' up
from his phone at her.

Oh!

Look, I found a mistletoe.

Oh.

They're quite the couple, huh?

Yeah, I think we're out of
tinsel, I'm gonna go see

if there's more in the garage.

I need to get back to workin'
on your dress.

It's not gonna sew itself, so...

-Yeah, but it's really...
-Yep.

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

♪ Deck the hall
with bells of holly ♪

♪ Falala-la-la-la-la

♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly

♪ Falala-la-la-la-la

♪ Don we now our gay apparel

♪ Falala la-la... ♪

Hey.

What have you done
to my staircase?

-Is it too much?
-Yes.

-Which is why I love it!
-Okay, good. Okay, good.

Because there's more. Carolina,
would you do the honors?

Sure, okay.

-Ooh!
-Elliott, you're missing it!

-Oh, where's London?
-Oh.

Her and the designer, they're a
doing fitting for her new dress.

Although I have a feeling she's
checking out his sizes, too.

Well, at
least London is getting her mind

off of that terrible
Canyon fellow.

-Canyon?
-London's ex-boyfriend.

They've called their
relationship off and on

so many times I gave up trying
to keep up on their status.

Now that's how you do Christmas!
Remarkable job.

Thank you, so now that
most of the decorations

are out of the way, I was
thinking I could get started

on the brunch menu
with Sapphire.

Ooh, I'm too pooped to think.

Why don't you write up your
suggestions

and then show me in the morning?

I want at least a dozen options
for each course.

-I can do that in my sleep.
-Oh.

You're so much like
your Uncle Calvin.

Always going above and beyond
what everyone expects.

No, no, no, no, no. You
go have fun with your family.

Do all that Christmas
tradition stuff.

Enjoy the simple moments
you can never get back.

Christmas carols. Baking
cookies. Playing games.

Games? What kinds of games?

Uh, all the games that I saw
upstairs in the game room.

I totally forgot
we have that up there.

That's a marvelous idea,
darling!

I thought you were bonkers when
you hired someone you just met

to move in
and plan your party.

But I was the one crazy
to question your judgment

in the first place.

Mm-hm.

-Nice job.
-Thanks.

-Oh!
-Mm.

You look... good in feathers.

Well, thank you
for lending it to me.

-What's this for?
-Excuse the cheesy pun.

-But spill the tea.
-On what?

On Tre.

I need all the information
you have to make him jealous.

Him?

Uh, I meant them.

The world.

I want the world to know
I've found the man of my dreams.

Wow.

You must really like him, huh?

I need him more than
you could imagine.

I keep forgetting
you two are related.

I forget sometimes, too.

So what's he really like?

Well, he pledged Alpha
at Howard.

After graduation,
he went to FIT--

No! Oh, God, no!
Not his resume.

Who is he? What do you like
best about Tre?

I love his sense of humor.

He can take the most stressful
situation and make it fun.

Like he finds...

Did I say something wrong?

It's obvious you adore him.

-Lucky for me, he's your cousin.
-Right.

Otherwise, we'd have
some major competition.

Oh, believe me,
no competition here.

I mean, look at you. Rich.

Gorgeous.
Social Media Influencer.

What man wouldn't
fall in love with you?

You're right.

I am quite a catch, aren't I?

-Oh!
-Ooh...

Uh, let me go get the slippers
that match

your little jammies.

I didn't have time
to get a pedicure.

Don't feel ashamed,
vanity is actually

a very empowering emotion.

I'm not vain, uh,
I'm just...

undecided on which
face lotions to use.

That's why I dropped by.

London said the good stuff's
in here.

Yeah, so you and London seem
to really be hitting it off.

-Huh?
-You okay with that?

Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

I don't know,
I thought maybe I sensed

a little jealousy
when she kissed me.

I'm not jealous.
Besides, you kissed her back.

No, I didn't.

Ha! Ooh!

You have to come and get it!

Come on, Big Ben.
London's calling!

Oh, yeah, you can't catch me.

Ooh, you're fast.

You're gonna chase me.

So why are you talking to me?

Go tell him how you feel
right now.

Well, unfortunately, this London
chick is gaga over him.

You know, he might be more
gaga over you

if he knew how you felt!

Oh, okay, okay,
this makin' sense now.

This whole self inflicted dating
drama

has nothing to do with your
career aspirations.

It's because you're afraid he's
gonna say "No".

Just like you scared
to pitch your app.

What No!

No, that's crazy, look...

It's simply about timing, okay,
with Tre

-and the app
-Ok girl,

If that helps you sleep.

Look, either way you better
get on both that app

and the one that's getting away.

It's almost Christmas Eve,

and after that
it's gonna be over.

Okay.

Okay, I'm gonna tell him.

I'm gonna let Tre know
how I feel.

Good! Cause you've already
risked

so much already...

for your plans to fall apart.

And, uh, that way,
I can oversee

Bragg's Catering when they
show up in the morning.

Wait a minute.

You're not talking about
Michael Bragg?

-Mm.
-What? I checked.

He's completely booked.

Well, he was.
But I changed his mind.

I must say, Tara.

You are obviously born
to do this.

The party isn't for
another two days

and we're way ahead of schedule.

-Tara? Everything okay?
-Yeah.

A-and I really appreciate
the compliment.

But I was born
to design software.

It's not that I don't love
party planning.

But I just really wanted
to make something

that brings people together.

After all,
love, romance, and...

and building a family is
the lifeblood of civilization.

That's what motivated me
to make a dating app.

You're kidding me.
That's what my husband does.

Well, the apps, not dating.

At least, he better not be.

Darling, did you know
that Tara creates

those cute apps for phones?

Yeah, yeah,
she told me at the party.

Actually, uh, I didn't get to
tell you everything.

'Cause we had
gotten interrupted--

Kobe!

I really can't stand
playing you.

-Tara, you wanna play?
-Mm-hmm. Yeah, sure!

And then maybe after we can talk
about my dating app? There's--

Oh, wait. I gotta take this.

Table those thoughts
for a minute, okay, Tara?

-Okay. Yeah.
-Circle back around to it.

-Yes. Sure. Of course.
-Tre!

Take on your cousin.

A real player knows
when to leave the game.

Ah, I'll take on Tara.

It's really rare
I get any competition.

-Let's do it.
-All right.

Oh! Oh, wow.

Oh. Okay.

What is your deal?

It's just a game, Tara!

I'm sorry.

-I guess I got carried away.
-Mm-hmm.

-Mm.
-Excuse me.

Just a...

Tara, what's going on?

-I don't know my own strength?
-No.

I feel like this is about
something else.

I've been trying all day to
think of a good way to say this.

And... I guess I'm scared.

You don't need to be.

Ask for what you want
and you'll get it.

Okay. Here I go. Tre--

You don't have to do it now.

You should tell him
at the party.

Elliott.

I know you're upset
because he rejected your idea,

but the party is the ideal time.

He'll be surrounded by
all of his investor friends

so when you pitch your app,

it will look good
for both of you.

And don't worry.

I'll smooth things over
with London.

You just concentrate on Elliott.

Okay.

Remember, it's business,
not pleasure.

Of course. Right. Gotcha.

-Oh. Hi.
-Uh-huh.

You sure you wanna
go back out there?

Yes, I think I should go
apologize to London

for being so competitive.

She'll get over it.

Besides, it'll be good for her.
You thirsty?

-Not really. I just--
-You might be thirsty. Mm-hmm.

My grandfather drank a shot
of this every day

with his oatmeal,
and lived to be 99.

Mm-hmm.
So we're going to--

-Oh, that's good.
-Ah, ah-ha. Don't tell me.

Mm-hmm. All right.

-Cheers! Mm-hmm.
-Cheers!

It's a shame
you can't spend Christmas

with the rest of your family.

I mean, besides Tre.

Yeah, well, you know,
I don't have much family

to spend it with anyway. So...

No mom or dad?

Well, I haven't seen my dad
in ever.

And my mom, let's just say
we don't get along

as well as
you and your son do.

Elliott and I didn't always
get along.

Mm, I used to be
so critical of him.

I warned him he was making
all the wrong choices.

Obviously,
he proved me wrong,

which made me
even more mad at him.

So I stopped talking to him.

For five years!

Me and my stupid pride.

Well, what changed?

One day, he invited me
for dinner.

He just wanted to talk,
and I listened.

And we learned each other
all over again.

And today, he's not just my son.
He's my best friend.

That's nice, but I don't think
my mother and I will

ever have a relationship
like that.

Mm.

Take it from someone
who learned the hard way,

anger is a very
overrated emotion.

And you only get one family
in this lifetime.

Besides, I heard why you created
your dating app.

And I admire someone that values
relationships and love.

Which is why I don't think
you wanna shut your mom

out of your life forever.

Maybe I don't, but shouldn't
she be making the first move?

Wait.
I guess she did.

Mm-hmm. You don't have to
forgive your mom.

Just listen.
Give her a chance.

There's nothing to fear.

After all, you were brave enough
to sneak in here

and win favor with
not just my son, his wife, too.

And Sapphire don't
like anybody.

Don't worry.
Your secret is safe with me.

I've pulled a few fast ones
in my day, too.

-Oh, I don't need another shot.
-Look, girl this is... Uh-huh.

-Look, girl. Uh-huh.
-Yes, ma'am

Just call her. Just call her.
Just call her. Okay.

Hello?
Um, mom?

-Tara?
-Hey.

-Am I, am I bothering you?
-You're not a bother, Tara.

You never were, baby.

Look, uh... I just wanted
to say that, uh...

I...

I know that...

Tara?
Hello, are you there?

I don't think
I'm ready for this.

-I'm sorry.
-Wait, Tara...

-Tara.
-Hey. Come in.

So I got good news and bad news.

The bad news is

London wants me to
make her a new dress.

She wants something more
provocative.

But the good news is,
she wanted to offer this to you.

What's wrong?
You don't like it?

No, no, it's stunning.

I'm just, just kinda
over myself at the moment.

So it's gonna be
that kind of night.

What kind of night?

-A "Come to Jesus" night.
-Oh, my God.

Appropriate since
it's almost Christmas.

-Talk to me.
-Thanks.

I always thought
my mom was the villain

'cause she was never there
for me.

And now that she wants
to be back in my life--

Isn't that a good thing?

I spent years
pushing her away

and protecting my heart.

And I just don't know
if I will ever be

ready to let her in,

even though, rationally,
I know I should.

Don't rush into
reconciling a relationship

you're not ready for.

Yeah, but will I ever be ready?

Well, why do I always
overthink everything?

You're just keeping
your options open.

My mother comes back to town

practically on her
hands and knees

begging me for another chance,

and I hang up the phone.

I feel so lame.

So lame that the first time
you went to the club

you wore church clothes?

That was me.

Well, sure, you looked cute.

To my grandma's friends, maybe.

I had no fashion sense
back then.

You know what,
I think I can beat that. Yeah.

My Aunt Rhonda told me
the 80's were back

and convinced me to wear
stirrup pants to school.

So I walk in all confidently,
and I get detention

because the principal said
I looked like a prostitute.

Yeah.

Go ahead. Get it off.
Yeah, I know. I won.

-You did.
-I won.

Look, as for your mom...
give her a chance.

I would hate for her
to not witness the amazing woman

you've turned out to be.

To you.

To us.

I'm like, oh,
you don't get anymore.

Okay, wait, so you're telling me
your first kiss

was with a girl named Mildred?

What, what was she, 80?

It was a family name. You?

His name was Sylvester.

-Wait, he was black?
-Yeah.

And I thought he was so hot.

He looked like,
like a young Carlton.

-From the Fresh Prince?
-Mm-hmm.

The original or the reboot
version?

Original Carlton all the way.

I was wrong,

You are lamer than me.

I'm just being honest.

I am, too!

In fact, I've never been this
honest with

in my entire life.

Most girls aren't impressed
by the guy who spends more time

in the sewing room
than at the gym or the club.

Well, then, I guess
I'm not most girls.

No, you're not.

It's getting late.

Maybe we should both
get some rest.

The party is in two days,
and we still have to...

Whoa.

Everything's spinning.

Ah, just stay here
until it stops.

You're good.

Thanks.

For what?

For everything.
Crashing the party.

Bringing me along.

I haven't had this much fun
or been this relaxed

with someone in...

well, ever.

Mm.

-Tre?
-Mm.

Remember when I said I didn't
believe in love at first sight?

Well...

I didn't believe in love
at first sight.

Until I met you.

That sounded so corny. Huh.

Tre?

Tre?

Tre?

Tre?

What?

I think you should wake up.

Oh, my God!

Ah, di-di-did we--

Ah, of course not! Because we,
we still have our clothes on.

Tara, you don't have to
take your clothes off to...

Tara?

Is Tre in there with you?
I can't find him.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Ah, no.
No Tre in here.

Are you sure?

I've been looking everywhere.

I can't find him.

What?

Tell her I needed more fabric.

Tre went out to see a mechanic.

What? Why would he need to see
a mechanic?

Did I say mechanic?
Did I say mechanic?

No, what I meant to say was,
he's, uh, he's, he's...

Fabric.

Tre went to get more fabric.

Yeah, tons and tons of fabric.

He was just like,
"I need fabric."

It's fine.

If you speak to Tre,

remind him,
the party's in 24 hours!

Consider it done.

Ugh.

You can come out now.

Oh, my gosh.

-A mechanic? Really?
-Yes.

Yeah. I turn into
such a blubbering idiot.

This is just one of
the many reasons

that it is pointless for me
to pitch my app to Elliott.

I just don't get you at times.

You can be so bold
and confident, and then this.

Yeah, I can crash a party,
create an app,

do almost anything,
but I turn into an idiot

when it comes to
pitching my work.

With that attitude, you will.

-Gee, thanks for the pep talk.
-Sorry.

I'm just saying,

if you go into a situation
already defeated,

then, yeah,
it won't work out.

You have to sell you on you,
before anybody else.

-Pitch me. Right now.
-Not right now.

-I have too much to do.
-Tara...

What makes my app
different from the rest is that,

instead of giving you an endless
parade of choices,

it searches the entire globe
to find your one true love.

It's like having a personal
relationship with Cupid.

-See? How easy was that?
-Yeah, that was good.

But it was only easy
to talk to you

because I have nothing to lose.

You're not some mega-wealthy
tech investor

who can make
all my dreams come true.

So when you pitch Elliott,
just pretend that he's me.

Super easy.

Wait, Tre.
One more thing.

What is it?

Oh, it as just London sending
over dresses to inspire me.

That girl definitely leaves

nothing to the imagination.

But I do appreciate
her pushing me.

Wasn't that a nice of
way saying she is demanding?

She can be,
but she's also extremely funny

and honest about who she is
and what she wants.

You know, the more
I get to know her,

the more
I, I genuinely like her.

Anyway, what were you saying?

Um, nothing. Just good luck
with her dress.

Because I know
she's gonna love it.

Okay, so everybody emailed
their RSVP's.

They'll be coming in
through that door.

Ooh.

This is sweet.

The valet is right there, so it
should be little less...

You take their jackets
and put it in the, um,

in that closet
right over there.

Because that way
it won't be too much.

Oh, my...

Oh, my God, it fell.

You gotta put it on my neck.

-Here, let me help you.
-Oh.

Oh.

I see.

You don't really like me,
do you?

What's not to like?

You're rude, spoiled,
self-centered...

But in a stylish,
girl-boss kinda way!

If this is about
the air hockey game,

then I really do
apologize again.

Forgiven and forgotten.

Most women don't like me,

but I admire your honesty.

Which is why I'm surprised

I don't remember you
from St. Tropez.

There was a lot going on.

Well, regardless,
I'm really glad you're here.

I usually bail on my family
at Christmas.

But for the first time,

I'm actually having more fun
here at home.

I mean, you made something
as simple as

decorating for Christmas
or playing games

actually enjoyable.

And I owe that to you.

You don't owe me anything.

And don't worry.

I'll make sure
he won't get hurt.

Tre.

I could see how protective
you are of him.

I mean, it's obvious
you two love each other.

And he talks about you
constantly.

He cares a lot about you.

Oddly enough, I may have
found a friend in you.

Mm.

I might need to
lay off the eggnog.

Yeah. Maybe.

Well, it's getting late.

I still have to do my cold packs
and my face creams.

Have to look my absolute best
at this party tomorrow.

Did London say something
to upset you?

No.

But I always thought she was
just a rich and vapid snob.

In fact, none of them are.

The Everests are
a, a real, true family

who love each other and...

and I shouldn't be here.

-Tara.
-What?

We know why we're here.

I snuck into these
people's lives

just to take advantage of them.

-I'm just as guilty as you are.
-No, you're not.

At least your intentions
will come across as pure

now that you're
falling for London.

I'm not falling for London.

Yes, she's becoming
a good friend.

But I can't imagine
her ever being

anything more than that.

Why not?

She's rich, gorgeous,

influential,
pushing you creatively.

What? Tara...

Oh, shoot!
That's the caterer.

I have to take this.
Excuse me.

Hello?

Y-yeah, no,
this isn't a bad time.

Okay, even if somebody has
a peanut allergy

they could still have
peanut butter, right?

It's different.
Or maybe not. I don't know. Ugh.

So you're gonna be
the cook now, too?

Yeah, the call I got earlier
was from the caterer.

And he thought it was
a good idea to go skiing

and broke both of his legs.

-Ouch.
-Mm.

And w-what are you gonna do?

Do about what?
Oh, my, food is everywhere.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah, yeah.

It's just a minor hiccup.

Mr. Bragg had
an unfortunate accident

and he can no longer make it.

But, but don't freak out.

I have all the ingredients,
the instructions,

we're good to go.

We're gonna have to
cancel the party.

What? No, no!
Trust me, I got this.

Well, you know,
it's really late,

so you should probably
go upstairs and,

and get some rest, so you could
be gorgeous tomorrow.

I'm all nerves.
I can't sleep.

Well, I'm sure your husband can
help find a way to relax you.

Isn't that one of the perks
of marriage?

Well, perhaps I can see if
Elliott would like a,

a little late night snack.

Snack? I was just thinkin' of
giving you a sna..

We're, we're here.

Excuse me.

How about a... champagne...

and strawberries?

That's romantic.

Oh-ho, darling,
you're the best.

Have fun.

Tara, I appreciate
your ambition,

but there's no way you can do
this alone. Let me help.

No, no, you still have to finish
London's dress. So just get ou--

But there's no way
you could cook a gourmet brunch

for 20 people.

Twenty is nothing!

For my aunt's birthday,

do you know we fed over 100?

And you cooked for all 100?

Yeah. Kinda. A little.

She did all the cooking.

But-but don't freak out.

I watched and learned.

Besides, brunch is just a
fancy version of bacon and eggs.

So how hard can this be?

I don't think
it's supposed to look like this.

Mm, shouldn't you be sewing
something fabulous for London?

Ah, about the catering--

I told you, I have the brunch
under control.

I've already started cooking
the Cornish hens,

I just have to roll out
the cinnamon buns.

I'm fine!

Speaking of,
they're probably ready.

Mm, here we come.

Why is it still raw?

Because you probably
turned on the broiler

instead of the oven.

Don't be mad at him.

He knew you needed the help.

That's what family is for.

Which is also why I also
called in for some more backup.

You wouldn't. You didn't.

She did.

So, where do you
want me to start,

pastries or potatoes first?

You know, Tara,
cooking like this

reminds me,
when you were five--

Shh, shh, shh!

Diahann, I'm concentrating.

Did you just call me Diahann?

I can't exactly call you mom.

What would the Everest's
think if they knew

my mom and aunt came in
to save my butt?

Oh, that you're being honest?

If anyone asks, you two are
catering professionals

that I hired at
the last minute. Okay?

I'm just glad
you're calling me anything.

This doesn't mean
I'm not still mad at you.

Let's just keep
this professional. Okay?

I will pay you both
for your time and services.

We don't want your money.

Oh, no, no, no,
you speak for yourself! No.

But don't worry,
tomorrow, I can go back

to being the absolute
worst mother in the world.

I never said you were
the absolute worst mother

in the world.

Here, taste this.

It's a sauce for the Panettone
French Toast Casserole.

Yes, that will do.

Careful.
You might start to love her.

Stop. Don't move.

What's wrong? Is it my hair?

I have something in my teeth?

You look simply radiant.

Oh.

Mm, thank you, darling.

Tara reminded me to appreciate
the simple moments

I never get back.

I'mma start by dialing
back on my work.

I adore you, Sapphy.

Even more than
when we first met.

-Oh.
-Mm.

You know, last night
felt like

the first time in years
that we truly connected.

I think we've been denying
ourselves

the perks of marriage
far too long.

Mm, Tara reminded me of that.

Well, I'm gonna have to add that
to the list of things

to thank her for.

Oh.

Wait, do we put out the muff...
Okay, muffins are there.

Pass the bread over here.

No, leave the bread right there,
please.

-Oh! Good morning.
-Oh, my...

Well, it certainly is!

Tell me you didn't do all of
this while we were sleeping?

I had some help.

Mr. and Mrs. Everest, I, I would
like for you to meet, um...

This is...

Diahann and Rhonda.
Such an honor.

Yes, we're the secret weapon
Ms. Aries calls out

when she wants to make an
exceptionally good impression.

On a scale of one to ten,

I say you ladies scored
ten million.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Tara's one of the most gifted

and talented young women
I've ever known.

I'm just glad we were able
to to work together

before some big tech company
steals her away

with all those amazing
phone apps she makes.

Tara, I keep forgetting that
you have a secret life

as a computer software engineer.

We have to do
something about that.

Sure. In fact...

In fact, I need to make sure

that the cranberry mimosa bar
is stocked.

So, I'm gonna go do that.

I can do that.

Why don't you get changed
and enjoy the party?

The party planner
doesn't exactly

get to enjoy the actual party.

Well, now she does.

You've done so much work

around the house this week,
Tara.

Please. Come socialize with us.
Mm?

Thank you.

We don't need you.

You go have yourself
a good time. Boss.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

You have no idea how much
meeting you has changed my life.

You've changed mine, too.

I already have five women

who want me to make them
custom gowns.

I don't know
how I can ever thank you.

Let's take a good pic.

If this doesn't get
his attention,

nothing will.

Pardon me?

Oh, my!

Wow.

-Girl!
-You like it?

Oh, my God.

-So, am I, am I wearing it well?
-I'll say!

Honey, you are wearing
that dress better than I did.

Thank you.

Oh, I really hope

this budding friendship
is genuine.

I need someone as honest and
as bold as you in my life

who doesn't take any of my crap.

-Yeah.
-Merry Christmas, beautiful.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, Tara, you are amazing!

It does my heart wonders to see
so many of my friends

grit their teeth
with compliments.

-Gotcha.
-Yes, Tara.

You designed the perfect party.

But parties aren't
the only thing she designs.

Tara never finished telling you
about her dating app.

And since she now has
your undivided attention...

It's that time, huh.

-I guess so.
-Come with me.

Everyone, gather around please.

This is Tara Aries.

And not only did
she put together

this extravagant affair,

but she has a dating app

that she wants to
share as well.

You know what's so great
about a Christmas tree?

It never goes out of style.

And neither does dating.

It will always be a strong,
reliable investment.

MY1MATCH is one of one.

We use the latest technology,

based on predictive
analysis and trends

in your mental
and physical state.

Okay, to be clear,

our technology scans
public domain data

and social media outlets

to find compatible matches.

It's kinda like having
a personal relationship

with Cupid.

So you're trying to tell me

that this app can show me
my one true love?

I'm not trying to tell you.

With Carolina's help,

I entered Elliott's
necessary information

and made the details
as accurate as possible.

Now let's see
if he has a match.

W-wait! What if I don't show up
on that app for him?

Oh, my.

Well... I'm so sorry.

But, uh, it seems like
the two of you

are stuck with
each other for life.

Ohh. God. Okay, okay.

Thank you. Thank you.

Tara, I'll be in touch.

Yes, sir.

Tara, you truly are
a Christmas miracle.

It's as if you're too good
to be true.

She is.

-Can you believe that?
-It all worked out.

-Did you see it? Did you see it?
-Just like you said it would.

It did, didn't it?

Oh, it's so sweet
to see you two cousins

sharing so much love and joy
during Christmas time.

If only Calvin
was here to see it.

Here to see what?

Oh, look!
It's your Uncle Calvin!

Uh-oh.

It looks like the gingerbread
is about to hit the fan.

Smile.

Calvin! You're back from Rio!

As much as I love lying on
the beach drinking Caipirinhas,

missing the event of the year
wasn't an option.

So I cut the trip short.

-You look stunning.
-Ohh...

This party is beyond epic.

That's because we had your
wonderful niece

who saved the day.

-Niece?
-And nephew.

He designed London's dress.

They practically
saved Christmas.

How touching, but I don't have
a niece or a nephew.

What?

I told you, we barely know
each other.

Tara, what's going on?

Okay, we don't know
each other.

I mean, I know of Mr. Aries.

I guess I haven't been
completely honest.

Did you lie your way
into my family

just so you could
sell me something?

Yes, I did.

I knew I didn't know you
from St. Tropez.

Who are you people?

For starters,
we're not cousins.

I'm an app designer

and I've been crashing
corporate parties

just trying to get a break.

And I thought that if I could
make you something so memorable

it could help legitimize
my fashion career.

And that's my mother and my aunt

that came to help me
make the food

when the caterer cancelled.

-Hey.
-Hi.

Mr. and Mrs. Everest,
please believe me when I say--

I think you have said
more than enough.

Please just... pack your things.

I'm really sorry, okay?

Tre, don't go.

-I forgive you.
-Thank you.

But if you all are asking
Tara to go, I'm going, too.

Ah, ah, ah, whoa.
No!

I still need you.

Come with me.

-Say it.
-Say what?

How disappointed you are in me.

I'm not.

So it's worse?
You're ashamed of me?

You think I'm dumb?

Because I do.

I just made a fool out of myself

in front of one of the most
powerful families in Atlanta.

I think you are very brave.

You're not afraid to hustle
and break the rules

to get what you deserve.

And I'm so proud
that you are my daughter.

That's the worst thing
you can tell me!

Why?

Because now it means
I can't hate you anymore!

We-we're not gonna be
like the Kardashians,

like sharing clothes and go into
the cosmetics industry, okay?

Of course not.

And we still have
a lot to work on.

But you've met me half-way.

So I'm willing to start over
if you are. Deal?

Deal. Absolutely.
Deal, deal, deal!

I always knew why you couldn't
spend much time

with me as a child.

It wasn't because
you didn't love me.

You just wanted to provide me
a better life.

I just wanted to make enough

to give you all the things
I didn't have as a little girl.

But all I ever needed was you.

You know, the Everest's
taught me that.

While money is nice,
love is the more important.

And, uh... I love you, mom.

I always have.

Tre, no, please. Tre!

Please, stay for just
five more minutes.

-What? Why?
-Because--

London.

-Kiss me.
-Are you crazy?

Kiss me and I'll get you
a pop-up store on Rodeo Drive

in six months.

Oh, Canyon!

Oh, my God.
What are you doing here?

You and me are going to Vegas.

Baby, we're getting
married tonight.

I can't marry you.

-I'm in love with another man.
-We're just friends.

Oh, no, wait.
Canyon, wait.

I only just, just
wanted you to see

how much you'd miss me if I,
if I run off with another man.

You mean to tell me,
you manipulated my feelings

just so I would fall back
in love with you?

Baby, that is so hot!

Oh, my God, baby,
you're hot.

-Do you have a ring?
-Yeah, I do.

I'm-I'm-I'm, I just,
I'm sorry.

Just one-one minute.
One--

Go grab a quick bite to eat
and I'll-I'll be right there.

So this entire time,
you just used me

to get your boyfriend back?

Just as you used me
to get everyone

to see your designs.

-Touche.
-Touche.

But I wasn't kidding
about the pop-up store.

You're exceptional, Tre.

And I wanna invest in you.

No hard feelings?
We even?

Even-Steven.

Even-Steven.

Come on, Tre.
My mom will drive us home.

Do you really have to go?

Yeah. Your mom just--

Oh, my mother is always making
something out of nothing.

She will get over this.
Trust.

You actually want me to stay?

Of course I do!

You were able to do a snow job
on all of us

with such style,
class, and sincerity.

I'm in complete awe of you.

Um, thanks, I guess.

And I'm taking you
to St. Tropez this summer.

What?

I know I can learn
a thing or two from you.

I would love that.

Excuse me, but I think
you all fail to realize

that we have all
been grifted here.

-Listen here.
-Nuh-unh. Girl, hold my
earrings.

Mom. Aunt Rhonda.
I made my own bed.

You know, I was growing
to really like you.

But now that I've seen
your true colors--

Oh, Sapphire! Shut up!

Mrs. Everest, I respectfully ask
for you to stay out of this.

And I respectfully
ask for you

to pull your head
out of your butt.

Didn't you get the party
you wanted?

A party that this woman
worked night and day on?

Now you wanna kick her out.

Well, I could've
had her arrested.

You could have. And you could be
having a miserable Christmas.

But-but for whoever this young
woman was pretending to be,

was authentically here
for all of us.

And, Elliott...

Didn't she help you both realize

how much you are truly
meant for one another?

And on top of that, didn't she
just hand you an invention

that's gonna earn you millions?

-Well--
-Well?

Thank you for
standing up for me.

But I've caused your family
enough trouble.

And besides, I have
my own family to go home to.

And for once,
I'm actually excited about it.

I told you, baby.
Just listen.

The rest will take care
of itself.

I'll never forget you.

I won't forget you either,
sugar.

Wait. Mother's right.

If anything, we owe you.

Please stay. As our guests.

As my friends.

Friends and business partners?

I forgot what it was
like to put it all on the line

for a chance to
make your dreams come true.

Thank you for reminding me,
mother.

In your ever-so-eloquent way.

That's what I'm here for, baby.

-Mrs. Everest--
-No, no.

You may have come here
under false pretense,

but you have certainly
given more than you received.

I appreciate all that
you have done our my family.

And I'm sorry
I got so angry.

I'm the one
that should apologize.

-Oh. Yes.
-I'm sorry.

Now, before we
rejoin the party,

let's all have a
celebratory drink

in the living room.

Yes!
That sounds good.

Yes!

Wait, Tre!
Um, come here a minute.

Did that really just happen?

-It really did.
-Oh, my God.

So about you and London.

There's only been one woman

I've had my eyes on
this entire time.

A woman who made me realize

how fun it is
to chase my dreams.

A woman who refuses to settle
for anything less

than the absolute best.

I just hope I can meet
her expectations.

You can't.

Because you're better
than anything

I could've ever imagined.

Um, you got something
on your lip.

What?

I've been wanting to do
that ever since

you spilled coffee on my jacket
outside the party.

And I wanted to do that
ever since you were impressed

by me sneaking past security
talking about women's underwear.

But hold up.

Didn't you say
a person had to be crazy

to believe in love
at first sight?

I did, but now I know
you'd have to be

even crazier
not to believe in it.

You know,
we all waiting for y'all.

Both, both of y'all.
Yeah. Mm-hmm. Come on.

A toast, to new friends.

To budding careers.

But most of all, to Christmas!

To Christmas!

So Christmas dinner
at my place tomorrow?

-I would love that.
-Sure. You too.

I'll be there.

Mm.