A Cinderella Christmas

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Okay.

Hey, Candace.

Did you just wake up?

It's 1:
00 p.m.. I've been

up since 4:
00, working.

You haven't brushed

your hair yet?

Your muskrat

is better groomed.

Jenny is a bunny!

Are you here to help?

Nope, looking for the van keys.

Here they are.

Daddy said I could buy my own

Christmas presents this year.

Great. Would you be able to drop

these off at the Rizchecks for me?

Those look

really fragile.

I might drop something, and then you'd

have to redo all this work all over again.

Can't argue

with that logic.

You know, I would feel bad for you if you

didn't just make more work for yourself.

You agonize over these

sentimental details

like glassware from the year

so-and-so was born

and does anyone

even notice?

As event planners, it's our job

to create a magical experience.

Anything that helps with

that magic is worth it.

Well, it will be worth it

if a rich bachelor notices me.

So don't forget

to forward me that guest list.

Later, cuz.

Hey, what's my dad doing

for your present this year?

He told me to think about it

and to let him know.

I'm going to tell him I want

the event planning business.

Really?

He's been hinting at retirement and

I'm going to offer to buy him out.

You can afford to do that?

I have savings and the

money my parents left me.

I'm going to ask him tomorrow night

at dinner, so I was hoping that...

you tell him

you support it.

Sure.

No problem, cuz.

So how'd she take it?

Candace isn't exactly one to be swayed

by a quote from Emily Dickinson.

We've moved on

to Oscar Wilde quotes now.

Surprisingly she took it well.

I just hope I didn't

hurt her feelings.

Okay, you are

way too nice.

What if she doesn't support you

tomorrow? Do you know what you'll say?

Yeah.

I'm hoping it won't

come to that.

Okay, let's hear it.

Okay. Uncle Otto...

I'm forever grateful for you

taking me in when my parents died

and treating me like

your own daughter.

And I know how happy it made you when

Candace and I were working together.

So when she took all the credit

for my work, I let her.

When she stopped coming

to work, I took over.

And I changed your catering company into

a respected events planning business.

I work day and night to make

that company a success.

And I would love the opportunity

to run this business alone.

That is what I want

for Christmas.

It's my passion.

That's so nice.

You're a better

person than me.

See, I would give some examples of specific

injustices Candace has inflicted upon you.

Or on the positive side,

you can tell him how the Christ-Masquerade

Ball is breaking the Internet.

Everyone's trying to get an invitation to

something that exists solely because of you.

Well, I'm just hoping

nothing has to be said.

I wouldn't be too sure. Candace

always has something up her sleeve.

Someone else's

leftovers again?

Are you okay, Uncle Otto?

You look really tired.

Bingo!

Sit down, love.

I couldn't be prouder of what you girls

have done with my catering business.

Thanks, Daddy.

You know, I've been running small

businesses since I was a young man.

You girls now know first hand

how much hard work that is.

You're hitting your stride just as

I'm getting ready to take it easy.

So... I've decided I'm going to

retire at the end of this year.

Congratulations.

Actually, I was wanting to discuss the

event planning business with you.

Candace and I

discussed it already.

She convinced me that

you girls can handle it.

Candace has convinced you...

I will sell everything except my three

oldest, most stable small businesses,

and the newest one,

the event planning.

The same way you run them together now,

you can run them together forever.

This is my Christmas

gift to you both.

I still get to keep the presents that I

already bought for myself though, right?

Of course, Pumpkin.

Okay.

Uncle Otto, that is very generous

of you and I am so grateful...

I know, it's all so much.

The two of us working

together forever.

Daddy's so excited.

Let's get some Christmas cookies

and discuss our future.

What's your problem?

You wanted to own one

business, now you own four.

You didn't even have

to make a big pitch.

I wanted to own one by myself,

and I was willing to pay for it.

I know. I was thinking about what

you said about buying my dad out.

Clearly.

And I would prefer

for you to buy me out.

You want me to give you

my parent's money?

No, I want you

to work it off.

-What do you mean?

-You work for me.

Anytime, day or night, anything and

everything I need. No excuses.

For how long?

Until I get married.

Which, if I meet

one of these rich bachelors

at the Carmichael Ball

will be very soon.

-Can I think about it?

-No.

You could go out on your own,

compete against me and

gravely upset my father...

or you could just keep doing

what you've already been doing.

And once I marry

my rich prince,

I'll be out of your hair and

you get everything you want.

What do you say?

At your service.

This is the kind

of place I should be living in.

And will be, once I land the

man of Carmichael's caliber.

Can't believe people think you have a knack

for this. These ornaments are hideous.

Those are not ornaments. They're

hooks to hang stockings.

Not for that stupid game

you were babbling about.

Tell me you didn't send that

nonsense to Nicholas Carmichael.

He's probably on his way here

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