Royal New Year's Eve Page #2

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Perhaps we could put

a pin in that

until after the holiday?

Jeffery, this is

quite important.

We must make sure

that everything is perfect

when the king arrives

on New Year's Eve.

Yes, of course.

I'm still full.

I told you not to have seconds.

I think it would have made

your mom cry if I didn't.

Oh, hello, Abigail.

How was-

Do you have the updated

guest list for tonight?

Yes, I have that right here.

Hi, Leighton.

How was your Christmas?

Jingle all the way.

Let me know the moment

Lady Isabelle arrives.

And Doris, I think we should do

another fitting for the models.

We've already done two.

Well, let's do three.

It has to be perfect.

Caitlyn, why is this

Christmas tree here?

Because it was

Christmas yesterday?

Yesterday is like wearing

last year's fashions.

Get rid of it.

Somebody got coal

in their stocking.

Mmmhmm.

Hello.

Lady Isabelle Collins

for Abigail Miller.

Hello. Welcome.

Thank you.

Lady Isabelle?

I didn't know you were here.

Caitlyn, why didn't you tell me

she was here?

Well, I hope you're ready

for this evening.

We are going to have some

amazing designs for you to see.

Hopefully I'll fall in love

with one of them

for the prince's

New Year's Eve gala.

I want to look stunning

when he, well,

when whatever happens

that evening happens.

Yes, let's talk about that.

Oh, I- I forgot my notebook

with all my plans for the party.

A messenger should

be bringing it.

Caitlyn, go downstairs

and wait for the messenger.

Ok, I'll take care of that.

They'll be carrying a red book.

You can't miss it.

Good.

So, I've been thinking about...

The messenger

would have delivered

the notebook,

Your Highness.

I know, Barnaby, but I wanted

to get out of the hotel.

It's New York City.

I'd like to experience

it while I'm here.

You have a busy

schedule today,

are you sure you don't want

to change into something

more befitting your position?

Are you saying I look like

a commoner?

Never, Your Highness.

You look like a man

with a purpose.

Perhaps an unshaven one

but a man with a purpose

nonetheless.

Barnaby, I've spent

my entire life

being treated like a prince.

That's a bad thing?

No, but just this once, in a

city where nobody knows me,

I don't want to be Prince

Jeffery, house of Wallingford

next in line to the crown.

I just want to be... Jeff.

[snickers]

I could be Jeff.

You can be anything you want

to be, Your Highness.

Now you're just humouring me.

No, I would never do that.

Here we are.

Jeff.

Oh.

Hi, excuse me?

Is that for Lady

Isabelle Collins?

Why, yes it is.

I'll take that.

I'm- I'm sorry, who are you?

I'm Abigail Miller's assistant

and they are waiting

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