A Cinderella Christmas Page #8

childish things behind you.

Candace, isn't it time that we both admitted

it was Angie that I met at the ball?

How can you say that?

Look, I know I haven't

been myself lately,

but I don't think you understand the amount

of stress that a wedding puts on a bride.

They usually get a year to plan.

I've got two weeks.

I was taking a leap of faith based on

that magical night that we shared,

and I thought you were

doing the same for me.

But if your accusations

are correct...

and I'm not saying they are...

Angie is helping you plan

your wedding to someone else.

She doesn't love you.

I do!

Hey.

Do you think I should

get married tomorrow?

Speak now or forever

hold your peace.

What does it matter

what I think?

I like you.

Yeah. I like you, too.

But you don't love me.

That's an odd question.

Do you love me?

I don't know

if I can trust you.

I don't know whether I can

trust you either.

Me? What have I

ever done to you?

Not me, but the tabloids are filled

with your past relationships,

and they don't exactly

have happy endings.

Okay, but the question is whether you

think that my past relationships

are based on who I am

or who I was with.

If you think it's who I am, then

sure, I would be the same with you,

but if you think

it was who I was with,

well, then,

my past is irrelevant.

I would be different

with you because...

because you're different.

But maybe you're not different.

Maybe you've been lying to me

this entire time to make sure

that someone in your family

gets my inheritance.

Accusing me of gold-digging isn't

going to get me to open up.

Well, then what is?

-Knowing what you want!

-I know what I want.

If you did, you would not be

standing here talking to me

when you have a wedding scheduled

to somebody else tomorrow.

When I lost you...

I tried to be grateful

for whatever I had.

'Cause I knew how easily

I could lose it.

I was so close to getting

everything I thought that I wanted.

That night at the ball

with Nicholas was...

so much more.

But I was too scared

to accept it.

And now I've lost

everything.

Regardless of what happens,

I can't do this to Nicholas.

Love you.

Candace, you make

a lovely bride.

I know.

Thank you.

It's almost time.

Have you seen Nicholas?

No, but I wouldn't worry.

He'll be here. We're not allowed to

see each other on our wedding day.

My son has put his heart

into this. Into you.

I didn't believe it at first,

but he's changed,

he's becoming the man

he was meant to be.

And that must be

because of you.

So welcome to the family.

Well, better get back

to the guests.

Where have you been?

You've, like, never ever

been late before.

Get over here and help me

with this stupid microphone.

No, Candace.

I'm sorry to ruin your wedding

day, but this is not right.

The ceremony's set

to start in 20 minutes.

I really thought if I didn't

cancel this wedding,

then Angie would be

forced to tell me the truth.

But she's really

going to let me marry Candace.

She doesn't love me.

Well, that finally answers that.

You want me to handle it?

No.

No, I will take care

of this myself.

-I need you to turn the mic on.

-Hurry. Hurry.

Nobody wants

Nicholas to marry an impostor.

You may have been the one at the ball,

but I'm the one at the wedding.

This isn't about

who he ends up with.

This is about

who I am.

I'm done being the person that

doesn't stick up for themselves.

I'm done being the person

that doesn't say how they feel

or what they really want out of

fear of losing what they hold dear.

I'm hurting others, too.

Nicholas now doesn't

believe in love anymore.

I have let your dad be proud thinking

you're this hard-working entrepreneur,

not realizing you have bullied

and blackmailed me

into doing everything for you.

And what's worse, I let it be okay

that you can get anything you want

without deserving a thing,

including marrying someone

who doesn't love you

or you don't love either.

Is that it?

No. Also...

I quit.

Well, we obviously

need some time apart.

You can leave now.

Sure. Right after

I've spoken to Nicholas.

No.

Get! Candace, get...

Candace, no! Candace!

Open up! -Not until

I marry my Nicholas!

Yes?

It's bad luck for you to

see me in my dress on our wedding day.

Well, didn't you

just call my name?

Yes, I was practicing.

You're not dressed?

I wanted to talk to you

about your wedding gift.

Go on.

I've decided to decline

my inheritance.

I want to prove to you

and anyone else who doubts us

that I'm not getting

married for money.

I just can't have people

thinking that of you.

You know what

everyone's going to think?

That's a terrible gift.

I wouldn't want anyone

thinking that of you.

My inheritance is just

this estate,

a few other properties, company stocks

and vehicles and a whole lot of money,

but I'll still have my job.

We can be normal.

We can be anyone we want!

I don't want to be normal.

Can I exchange my wedding gift

for something I like better?

No.

I'm sorry, Candace...

but, this wedding is off.

Good luck with

your future endeavors.

Wait... What?

Candace, sweetie.

Just popped in to tell you

your microphone is on.

Yes.

In fact, all of the guests

outside heard your conversation.

Both your conversations.

Candace, open the door!

Where is he?

Where's Nicholas?

He's already gone! He said

something about getting away.

-What?

-I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

I still think I'm the one

having the worst day here.

God!

Candace.

I thought Max might be

lying for you.

But were you lying? About

giving up your inheritance?

Can we please talk about

this later, Mother?

I have a lot on

my mind right now.

That is why I'm here, Nicholas.

I'm going to sign your

inheritance over to you.

But I didn't get married.

And you don't have to.

Your decision today

not to get married

showed very

good judgment.

So you don't think

it was just commitment phobia?

Not after learning that Candace

wasn't who she said she was.

Which is a bit of a relief, actually.

And not after learning

that her cousin

is really the one you

fell in love with at the ball.

That girl... is special.

But she didn't

tell me the truth.

She doesn't love me.

Well...

if you haven't told her

that you love her...

you haven't been

honest either.

If you'll excuse me, I just

want to be left alone.

Candace has

something she wants to tell you.

Candace?

Tell Angie what

you told me.

I guess I just always felt like

my dad loved you more than me

because you're both

such hard workers.

Sometimes I even felt like

he would prefer it

if you were

his real daughter.

And us being equals

was unfair to me.

I just wanted to achieve

something for myself

and I thought that becoming

a Carmichael would be so big

that he'd have to be

proud of me.

Just be yourself, honey,

and I will be.

And you will be, too.

And I'm sorry that in trying to make

things equal, I made them unfair.

And I'm sorry for being

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