A Cinderella Christmas Page #2

right now to fire us.

Am I

interrupting something?

No... No, Mr. Carmichael.

Not at all.

Well, shouldn't I be? I mean,

this party is only a day away.

And please,

it's Nicholas.

What my cousin means

is you could never interrupt.

I should visit

my kitchen more often.

You must be the one sending me the

sketches and ideas for the party.

That depends on what

you thought of them.

Well, I'm insane for

the Christ-Masquerade idea.

The castle and the moat

design for the pool house.

And that names

are forbidden.

And this,

Christmas stocking game...

now that,

that is the real winner.

Well, you seem like a man willing

to party outside of the box.

You'll be there, won't you?

As my guest?

If you insist.

I see my future and it is Mr.

Nicholas Carmichael himself.

See, Angie?

Your dreams could be realized

sooner than you think.

And on that note, I have a ton of work

to do to get myself ready for the ball

and I can't

do it alone.

I have quite a bit of work

to do here, actually.

Helping me

is helping you.

What do you need?

I'll need an infrared body wrap, facial, spray

tan, mani-pedi, eyelash extensions and tint.

A full body wax, teeth whitening,

make-up and hair styling.

And a one-of-a-kind dress, custom-made,

obviously. Don't forget the shoes.

The stocking.

I'm not getting a spray tan and

a pedicure so I can wear hose.

Christmas stocking,

for the game.

It's a requirement

for you to attend.

Fine. And a stocking.

You have to fill it with five

things that only have value to you.

Okay, whatever,

you'll think of something.

Make sure I don't lose this.

I'm off to get my beauty rest.

Well, I never took you

for a tabloid fan.

How else would I know

what's going on in your life?

Thank you, darling.

I never would've guessed

she wasn't marriage material.

You met her at Mardi Gras,

pulled her onto a float, right?

You know, I keep thinking that I finally

found a woman who truly enjoys my company.

And then I learn that she's really

just after, well...

Your company,

and yet, I'm the bad guy.

Mother, did you have a chance

to read over my proposal?

Yes.

But when a man who spends

most of his time

gallivanting writes a proposal on how

to attract more female employees,

forgive me for wondering if he's not

just trying to widen his dating pool.

Actually, my goal is to make my business and

personal life less connected, not more.

Now, I know that you're not against

gender equality in the workplace,

so you refusing my proposal could

only really mean one thing.

Consider a marriage proposal and

I'll consider your work proposal.

You're stonewalling my career

to make me get married.

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