What A Girl Wants Page #4

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...but for some reason Libby decided to....

Well, anyway, she left.

-Taking something of yours with her.|-Put a cork in it.

Maybe someone should have put|a cork in it 1 7 years ago!

Well, here we are.

Will it do?

Are you kidding? lt's incredible!|lt's bigger than our entire apartment...

...and the restaurant downstairs. lt makes|the White House look like a McDonald's.

l get the point. Now, why don't|l send Percy to fetch your things?

-Thank you so much, Lady Dashwood.|-No hugs, dear.

l'm British. We only show affection|to dogs and horses.

Right.

You rock!

Hello?

-Libby?|-Henry.

-ls she there? ls she all right?|-Yeah, she's here.

She's fine. Mother is force-feeding her|fruitcake as we speak.

How could you not tell me|l'd fathered a child?

You let her show up|1 7 years later, unannounced--

And what?|Put a dent in your political career?

-No, that's not--|-lf you're afraid of a scandal, send her back.

lt's not about scandal, it's finding out|l had a daughter for half my life!

Libby.

l didn't want her to get hurt.

-What is that supposed to mean?|-Ask your advisors.

They've gotten you this far, haven't they?

My point is that Henry's strength has|been that he's completely scandal-free...

...unlike his opponent.|This could ruin everything.

Have you finished stating the obvious?

Good. Then let me explain|what we're going to do.

We give the papers the story,|but we spin it our way.

Let's see what we have.

Yes, the Royal Dress Show.

lntroduce her as the daughter you've always|known, but rarely were able to be with.

The press still gets a story,|but it's cut off at the knees.

We are dealing with a living,|breathing 1 7-year-old girl.

The only thing we know is|that she's an American teenager.

Hardly a promising start.

Still, what do you think, Henry?|Liability or asset?

Well, l've only spent a few moments|with her myself...

...but my sense is that|she's quite mature for her age.

She seems well-mannered.

-Thanks, Percy!|-Your lunch, Miss Daphne.

l'd say rather self-contained, soft-spoken.

Perfect. Let's run with it.

Ah, me. Please be Armistead.

-Dashwood residence, Clarissa speaking.|-This is lan Wallace. ls Daphne there?

She's not here.

There's no one here by that name, actually.|Sorry.

lf you do happen to see her, could you|tell her lan Wallace is trying to find her?

Absolutely. l will.

Not.

-Daphne.|-Mr. Dashwood.

-Lord Dashwood?|-Call me Henry.

Henry. Okay.

-This is a cool room.|-Listen, l....

l was just wondering if....

l was wondering if.... Well, l don't know|if this would interest you, actually...

...but l was hoping you might accompany|me to the Royal Dress Show on Friday?

-Dress show?|-Yes, it's ass-numbingly dull.

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