A Cinderella Christmas Page #9

a father-figure

that neither one of you

feels you can confide in.

I'm so sorry, Angie.

The event planning business

is yours, obviously.

You've earned it.

Thank you.

Come on, Candace.

Let's leave them

some privacy.

Them?

Go get him.

I thought you got away.

That was a lie.

Though, in my defense, I thought

you didn't want to see me.

I didn't realize that you were

just locked outside.

I'm so sorry.

I was hurt.

Mad.

I shouldn't have lied to you.

And I wanted

to tell you the truth,

but I thought you

wouldn't want to see me again.

I was hoping that you'd

figure it out for yourself.

I did.

Just a little late.

I was kinda hoping that you would

tell the truth on your own.

I did...

just a little... late.

I guess we can both

work on our timing.

I'm glad somebody

put those to good use.

Angie, you know, the women in those

magazines only wanted my money.

And so I never had to wonder

how the rest of me stacked up.

When I met someone

who didn't want my money...

I wasn't sure

if she'd want me.

You were insecure?

You remember that

day in the study?

Well, you said it...

"What if she doesn't

want to marry you?"

It gave me pause.

Of all the things for you

to remember.

How could I forget? That was the

first day that I saw the real you.

You were a business

woman that day.

A scullery maid the next.

A close friend

the week after.

And my show-stopping

soul mate at the ball.

I didn't know if a woman

like you would have me.

I never thought a man

like you would want me.

Then I guess we have more

in common than we thought.

We're both kind...

understanding...

creative, intelligent...

terribly humble.

We both love me.

I don't know

if you love me, Angie...

but I love you.

Yes.

Yes, I love you.

Well, then, go take

a look in that stocking.

Angie, will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes!

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