A Cinderella Christmas Page #2

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.

Nicholas, your father wanted your

life to have meaning and so do I.

You have a huge fortune

at your fingertips

that you refuse

to even attempt to claim.

Most men fear marriage, I know your

father did. But they still do it.

Most men don't have a trust account that

requires marriage to claim their inheritance.

Most men don't have

an inheritance.

I would be happy

with a paycheck

and some respect

for the work I do.

It's easier to respect someone

who's mature and stable.

So it's mature and stable to get

married to someone that you don't love

because you'll be punished

if you wait for the real thing!

It cannot be

that hard, Nicholas.

You know your soul-mate isn't

someone you've already dated.

And that eliminates a huge percentage

of the population, darling.

Have fun at your party.

Hey, Candace.

It's me.

You have your body wrap in 30 minutes

time and tanning at the same place.

I'm going to drop your

dress off at the salon

and you're going to get your

hair and nails and make-up done.

The ball starts at 8:00 p.m.. Do not

be late and you need your stocking.

Man, by the way you were running, I'm

guessing your mom nixed your proposal.

It's time for a change, Max.

Well, guests are going

to arrive in a couple of hours.

I suggest you put on

your suit and mask.

I'm not talking about my clothes. I'm

talking about these public breakups

followed by an argument with my mother,

followed by punishment at work.

I'm sick of this cycle.

What am I doing wrong?

Nick, I've known you since

we were teenagers, man.

And you seem to date the same

woman over and over again.

She looks different.

Well, she's not, man. She's not. Do you even

know what you're looking for in a woman?

I figured when I found her,

I'd just know.

So why is she

so hard to find.

Because you have this long

line of gorgeous women

who throw themselves at you and tell you

what you want to hear, blocking your view.

Which is fine by me, because as your

best friend and personal assistant,

I do not mind being surrounded

by beautiful superficial women.

But the woman

of your dreams...

she may be a little

deeper in the crowd.

There you are. Finally. I was

about to give up on you.

-Are you Zelda?

-I am.

And you're the woman who

called about the custom dress.

Yes, that's right, and you have

a stocking and a mask to match?

Yes, I was inspired

to design this dress

as soon as I heard about

the Christ-Masquerade ball.

What a brilliant idea

for the party.

I put this dress aside for you. It's going

to go beautifully with your coloring.

Well, it's not for me,

but the person it's for has the same

coloring, so it's good, I guess.

But I designed the dress

especially for you.

I bet you say that

to all your customers.

Not all. But when

I do, it's true.

You don't know me.

I've seen you

in the neighborhood.

You go to that funny international

restaurant down the street.

Yeah.

And the cemetery.

Who do you visit there?

My parents.

You've really seen me?

You struck me as a woman

who wears a mask.

A mask that keeps you from seeing

how special you really are.

I made you a mask and a

dress to do the opposite.

I really hate to give

it away, but I have to.

Well, I don't let a dress leave

here until it's been fitted.

So you're going to have to

at least try it on.

If you insist.

I told you.

It's like wearing magic.

I've never worn anything

like this before.

I look like a completely

different person.

You look like the person

you are on the inside.

You were meant

to wear this dress.

Fits like a dream.

I just hope it fits the person

that's meant to wear it.

She can be...

Difficult.

To say the least.

Thank you. Thank you

for being so kind to me.

God, I really best

get going.

Candace, your appointment

started half an hour ago.

Your stylist stayed late

to fit you in.

Those butchers you sent me to

ripped my skin off!

What?

What do you mean? -I had some

sort of allergic reaction

to my diamond facial and I know

I'm not allergic to diamonds.

So I don't know

what they were using.

This is all your fault!

What... No...

You gave me their number.

You have had their peels

so many times before.

Sure, put it back on me,

like you always do.

Now I can't go

to the Christ-Masquerade ball.

What? You can't go?

No! My face is all red!

You're going to be

wearing a mask.

For my eyes,

not my whole face!

I'm so sorry,

but she isn't coming.

- You're here.

- No, I couldn't...

And you did pay in advance.

Oscar Wilde did say,

the only way

to get rid of temptation

is to yield to it.

Get in the chair.

Hello?

Where are you?

-I'm driving.

-On your way home, I hope.

No.

Exactly what

I was afraid of.

I just realized that it might

have crossed your mind

to go to the Christ-Masquerade

ball yourself.

-Well...

-I knew it!

Don't even think about it, Angie,

he gave that invite to me!

Yes, because he thought

you planned the ball.

And I'm sure he actually meant to

give the invite to the company.

Please. He didn't

really give me the invite

because he liked my ideas.

And if you go,

I'm liable to think

that you staged this

whole facial mishap on purpose.

And that will be very hard

for me to overlook.

I'm sorry, Candace, I...

I don't know what

I was thinking.

You weren't, and don't act

like I'm being so unfair.

If the invite really was

for the company

that we still

share 50-50,

that means we share it.

So if I can't go,

you can't go!

That's not how

sharing works.

If I hear that you were seen at the ball

before leading clean up crew at midnight,

I will be very upset.

Understood?

You won't hear that

anyone saw me.

Wait. Wait for me.

Please.

Hi.

You have your invitation

and stocking?

Yes, sir.

Very good.

Welcome.

Nicholas always throws

great parties, but this...

It's on

another level.

This decor is stunning!

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