A Princess for Christmas Page #5

- What do you mean?

- I shouldn't go to the ball.

- You can't be serious.

My dear Miss Daly, if it wasn't for you,

there wouldn't even be a ball.

That's very kind of you to say,

but I think I'm gonna sit this one out.

Oh, cobblers!

We have to do something.

This is my idea.

I must say this tailor's done a remarkably

good job with just one fitting, sir.

Well thank you, Paisley.

It's gonna be a wonderful evening.

Crystals into the bar.

Patricia, you've found the rest of the spare!

What a clever girl. Through to the kitchen.

Brandy glasses to the drawing room.

Everything going

to schedule? Splendid.

Oh, the musicians are here!

This way, gentlemen.

Welcome.

This way, sir.

- Get back to work.

- Right.

- I still don't get why you're going home early.

- I gotta go back and get a job.

Besides, you and Maddie

are gonna have a great time.

And I'll see you both

when you get back.

Well, 007 you are!

Pretty cool.

- Aunt Jules?

- Yes?

- You're pretty cool.

- Thanks, Milo.

There's my princess.

Maddie, we're really gonna have

to start practicing snack moderation.

- Why won't you come to the ball with us?

- Next time, sweetheart, okay?

But you'll miss Christmas.

I'll tell you what. We'll celebrate it when you get back.

That way you get two Christmases.

I need you to do me a favor.

Can you say goodbye to your

grandpa and uncle Ashton for me?

- Wait till I've gone, all right?

- Are you sure?

Yeah, it's better this way.

They've so much to do tonight.

Like introducing you two

gorgeous things to Castlebury.

Stand up, I want to see you.

You look spectacular. I love you

both very much.

And I know your two parents are looking down

and are so proud of you.

So am I.

Now go knock'em dead.

Go!

Good evening!

Thank you, sir.

This is the right choice.

Castlebury train station, please.

Miss Daly?

Where's your Aunt Jules?

- We're supposed to tell you she's...

- Not yet.

Tell me what?

- Edward.

- Lady Blanchart.

Just in the nick of time!

Hold it!

Get in!

- Where are we going?

- The train station. Jules has made a run for it.

Arabella, my dear,

you look lovely.

Sir Edward, you're too kind.

- Hello, darling.

- Nice to see you again.

Edward, such a pleasure

to see you again.

Arabella, I've been trying to reach you.

Why haven't you returned my calls?

So sorry, I went absolutely

crazy getting ready for the ball.

- I said it was urgent.

- Stop being so dramatic!

I need to talk to you.

It can't wait.

- Jules, where are you going?

- I'm taking a train to the airport.

- You've left something behind.

- I did?

Yes, it's in the car.

Come on.

You're all here!

- What's this?

- Your ball gown.

- That's so sweet of you. Were you able to fix it?

- Not exactly.

I'm sure it's fine.

Thank you so much for doing this!

Don't you at least

want to have a look?

Sure.

That's not my dress.

Oh yes, mam. Paisley had it

brought in from Vienna!

- Who paid for this?

- The entire staff pitched in, miss.

- This is too much!

- Come on!

Floyd, get in the front seat.

Gibson, raise up the partition.

Jules has a ball

to get ready for.

Oh my God!

Was that the editor of French Vogue,

talking to Countess Lillyhook?

I'm not sure.

Arabella, do you think

we're right for each other?

What a silly question.

We're perfect for each other.

Everyone says so. Even our parents

think we're an ideal match.

- What if I didn't hold a title?

- You're ridiculous, darling.

- You didn't answer my question.

- Well, it's a stupid question.

All right. If you were a gardener,

I wouldn't give you the time of day.

- There. Is that what you wanted to hear?

- Yes.

- Why?

- Because it's the truth.

We don't want the same things.

My life doesn't fit with yours.

Are you breaking up with me?

No, of course you're not,

everyone's expecting us to be engaged!

Thing is, I'm not sure

I can really make you happy.

But I don't care about being happy.

I care about being a princess!

It's over, Arabella.

- Ah, there are the love birds.

- Mother.

- Where is your aunt Jules?

- We can't say.

She's coming!

Ladies and gentlemen,

Miss Jules Daly of Buffalo!

Buffalo? My word. They let anyone

in a royal ball these days.

- Aunt Jules, you're here!

- Rad dress!

- We're really glad you came back.

- Me too.

Jules, words fail me.

You're quite breathtaking.

- Thank you, Your Grace.

- I think we should start the ball.

Lady Christina.

Well children,

how about a dance?

- Jules?

- I think I'll wait right here, thank you.

Henri Dasson.

Enjoying yourself?

- I was just admiring your urn.

- I see.

You know me and antiques.

Can't keep my hands off them.

I didn't break this one, though.

I'm trying very hard not to be an embarrassment.

- What do you mean?

- I overheard you and Edward in the study.

I know you didn't want

to invite me tonight.

The crass girl without

no title or fortune.

You misunderstand. Father was

talking about Bonny McCracken.

- Who?

- She's a dreadful, grizzly sort of woman.

Despises children... and senior citizens.

She's over there.

Oh, that's a relief...

Not for the grizzly but...

Jules, you must know,

or perhaps you don't but ...

The truth is I hold you in

the highest possible regard.

I couldn't care less

about your title.

I find you funny, smart and surprisingly

funky, which is a rare combination.

I believe they're playing our song.

- We don't have a song.

- We do now.

- Do something!

- Where's Edward?

What has you all so riveted?

I suggest you keep

a tighter rein on your son.

- What on Earth are you talking about?

- That.

- Are you all right?

- Yes, I just think I need some air.

Of course.

Jules, wait!

You should go back in, I'm sure

they're looking for you. I'll just hang right here.

Then I'll hang with you.

If that's all right.

- What about Arabella?

- It's over.

- What happened?

- You absconded with my heart.

How did I do that?

- You're the prince of Castlebury,

I'm just a poor girl from Buffalo.

- Exactly.

It's an outrage! Prince Ashton

is cavorting with that tramp

while he's expected to be

engaging our daughter.

My son has a mind of his own.

Yes, we know all about your sons

and their fascination with a !

Mind your tongue, woman!

I'm the most honorable Duchess of Belmont

and you would address me as such!

You may well be a Duchess,

but Jules Daly is more of a lady

than you will ever be.

You obviously don't know

the real Jules Daly.

She's clearly after your money,

why else do you think that girl is here?

And anyone can see that she can't manage

those children on her own.

So I did a little personal research.

Did you know that Miss Jules Daly

was fired from her job?

Master Milo is in fact a kleptomaniac?

Or that little Maddie

is a trans-fat junkie?

- That is a lie!

- No, Arabella's right.

See? Told you.

Milo did steal that video game,

but he returned it.

Maddie does have a temporary fascination

with chips, which we're trying to fix.

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