Royal New Year's Eve

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Abigail Miller's office,

this is Caitlyn.

Hi, Karen.

Yes, I know it's Christmas Eve

but she's working

on the fashion show.

Because it's on the 26th.

Well, you're either coming

tonight or open presents

at your desk tomorrow morning.

No, I will not tell our boss

that she's being a grinch.

Karen, I promise you'll be

the first to know when I do.

Fa-la-la-la-la to you, too.

You know what?

She's down in

the art department.

We're supposed to be at

your parent's house in an hour.

I know, my mother keeps texting

me pictures of the turkey

in the oven.

Are those Leighton's dresses?

Yep, all hemmed and tailored,

buffed and polished.

How do they look?

Not bad.

Your designs were a million

times better.

Abigail should really put you

in the fashion show.

Leighton is her daughter

and I am just her assistant.

She barely cares

what my name is let alone

what my designs look like.

You've been working

for her for almost a year.

Have you never even

shown them to her?

Doris, are you crazy?

Your New Year's resolution

should be to believe

in your talent.

I do.

I mostly do.

Showing my designs to Abigail

Miller would be like jumping

in the deep end of

a swimming pool.

Filled with sharks.

Well, by midnight New Year's Eve

I will change your mind.

Right before we get romantic

kisses from two handsome men

at a uh, elegant ball.

What men?

What ball?

We were just planning

on binge watching TV

and eating our weight

in ice cream.

It's New Year's Eve.

Anything's possible.

Ok, the chances of us

getting kissed at midnight

at some fancy New Year's ball

is just as good as

Abigail Miller wanting to see

my dress designs.

[phone rings]

Abigail Miller's office,

this is Caitlyn.

Ok, I got it.

She's on her way.

Ok, I am gonna go hide behind

my sewing machine.

And please remind her

that it's Christmas Eve

and that some of us are

on Santa's nice list.

Caitlyn?

Abigail.

I have your messages

and Leighton,

your dresses have arrived.

Oh, thanks, Caitlyn.

I want you to add Lady Isabelle

and Prince Jeffery

to the guest list

for the fashion show.

Who?

They're only one of

the hottest couples

in the world right now.

I don't really pay attention

to that stuff usually.

It's your job to pay attention

to stuff like that.

Anyway, they're here

for the royal family's

New Year's Eve charity thing

and the rumour is

the Prince is going to propose.

On New Year's Eve?

Wow, that's so romantic.

Yes.

Anyway, it'll make

a great cover,

so I want to wow them

at the fashion show.

I'll take care of it.

Abigail... some of the staff

was wondering...

it's- it's Christmas Eve.

And?

And they wanna go home, mom.

We have tons of work to do.

Caitlyn, remind me.

Which one shows up first?

Is it the ghost of

Christmas past?

Fine.

Go be merry.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

No.

No.

Definitely not.

Mom, I like that one.

Lady Isabelle is going to see

your dresses

at the fashion show and

if we play our cards right

she's going to be wearing one

when the Prince proposes to her

on New Year's Eve.

Ok. I get it.

But it is Christmas Eve.

Can't this wait?

This could be your big break.

This is much more important

than Christmas.

Let's get to work.

Caitlyn, we're late!

I know, my mother just sent

me a picture of a kitchen timer.

Wait until you see how much

food she made.

We're gonna have leftovers

for weeks.

Oh, the freezer's already full

with all the food that

my folks sent home

after Thanksgiving.

I can bring some to work.

We work at a fashion magazine.

Nobody there eats.

Ok, no telling jokes

like that tonight.

My parents are already

freaked out that I quit

my steady teaching job

to work in fashion.

Well, have they seen

your designs?

Yeah, they think they're cute.

What?

They're beautiful.

Lady Isabelle should

see this one.

The Prince would take one

look at her in this

and propose on the spot.

Ok, we have to go otherwise

my mother is going to send us

a picture of her weeping over

a burned turkey.

Ok, ok.

Ok, ok.

[sighs]

Someday your prince will come.

Who's home is this again?

Lord and Lady Atwood.

You met them at the opera

a few months ago.

Oh, yes.

I think it was a race

to determine

which would put me

to sleep faster.

Them or the opera.

Luckily they are vacationing

in Italy and have given you

free run of the place

and a suitable venue

for the New Year's Eve ball.

I suppose it's appropriate given

what everyone's expecting me

to do at this year's ball.

It is a tradition in your

family, Your Highness.

All the men have proposed

on New Year's Eve.

I'm painfully aware of

the traditions, Barnaby.

I've lived my entire life

within their strict confines.

It's just that sometimes

I wish that-

Let me show you both

where the New Year's Eve ball

will take place.

Hello, darling.

Did you get settled in

your room, Lady Isabelle?

Yes, I did, Barnaby.

Thank you.

We must make sure to thank

Lord and Lady Atwood

for their generosity.

Oh, Jeffery, we should take them

to the opera.

Wouldn't that be fun?

Yes, it would be.

[gasps]

Oh, Jeffery.

Oh, this room is beautiful,

isn't it?

Yes, it is.

This will make a wonderful place

for you to host

the New Year's Eve gala.

We have so much to do.

Interview caterers,

choose an orchestra...

I have to find a dress.

Isabelle, darling,

it's Christmas Eve.

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