Royal New Year's Eve Page #2

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The messenger

would have delivered

the notebook,

Your Highness.

I know, Barnaby, but I wanted

to get out of the hotel.

It's New York City.

I'd like to experience

it while I'm here.

You have a busy

schedule today,

are you sure you don't want

to change into something

more befitting your position?

Are you saying I look like

a commoner?

Never, Your Highness.

You look like a man

with a purpose.

Perhaps an unshaven one

but a man with a purpose

nonetheless.

Barnaby, I've spent

my entire life

being treated like a prince.

That's a bad thing?

No, but just this once, in a

city where nobody knows me,

I don't want to be Prince

Jeffery, house of Wallingford

next in line to the crown.

I just want to be... Jeff.

[snickers]

I could be Jeff.

You can be anything you want

to be, Your Highness.

Now you're just humouring me.

No, I would never do that.

Here we are.

Jeff.

Oh.

Hi, excuse me?

Is that for Lady

Isabelle Collins?

Why, yes it is.

I'll take that.

I'm- I'm sorry, who are you?

I'm Abigail Miller's assistant

and they are waiting

for that upstairs.

I really should take

it up myself.

They sent me down to get it.

You see, Isabelle is-

Waiting for me to bring her

that notebook and she strikes me

as the kind of woman

that gets what she wants.

Does she?

Oh, yes.

I mean, she's dating a prince.

How do you even meet

a prince?

Is there, like, a dating app

for that or something?

Probably.

Anyway, they are waiting

for this so...

You don't understand.

I wanted to meet Miss Miller

because I'm-

I get it.

You're a model, and you

think that if you get

in front of the editor of

Appliqu magazine

she'll put you on

the next cover?

Model, really?

You're a very handsome guy,

I'll admit that,

but the last person that tried

to slip Abigail a headshot

got carried out by security.

Oh dear.

Yes.

And they are waiting

for this notebook upstairs

and if I'm not there

in a couple minutes

I will be the one

being carried out.

Well, we wouldn't want that.

No.

Two conditions.

Ok, what?

One, you have to tell me

your name.

Caitlyn.

And I suppose

the second condition

is I'll have to give

you my number.

No, no.

It's as simple as this.

You must promise me

that the next time we meet

you won't be embarrassed by

what has transpired here today.

What makes you think

we will meet again?

And why would I be embarrassed?

Just a hunch.

Ok, deal.

Now, can I please have

the notebook?

My name is Jeff,

by the way.

Well, thank you, Jeff.

I'll be sure to give you

a good review on Yelp.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Doris. Have you left yet?

Just leaving the house.

Oh, good.

I need you to bring me

a dress.

Why?

What's wrong with what

you're wearing?

Abigail said I look like

a waitress

from an all-you-can-eat buffet.

So we're guessing her

New Year's resolution

is to be less mean.

Please just bring me a dress.

Ok, well which one?

I don't know, any of them.

Um... the red one.

The red one?

Oh, really?

Doris, please just pick one.

Ok.

Oh, Doris, what took you

so long?

All the guests have already

arrived and Abigail won't let me

in the ballroom until I change.

Sorry.

Here.

Doris, what did you do?

This is one of my dresses.

It's beautiful and,

more importantly,

it's too late to do anything

about it.

Oh, I am gonna get you

so good for this.

Ok, I'm gonna be backstage with

a bunch of size zero models.

I'm already being punished.

There they are,

the happy couple.

Oh, Jeffery, this is Abigail

Miller from Appliqu magazine.

Your highness.

She has graciously offered

to help

with the New Year's Eve gala.

Wonderful.

You know it's a benefit for

the royal family foundation

which funds a number

of youth programs,

scholarships, on-the-job-

Jeffery, she doesn't need

the sales pitch.

She's already agreed.

Any assistance you can give

will help a lot of people.

Well, we're all about helping.

And we want to make sure

that we do anything we can

to make you happy.

Lady Isabelle, I want you to pay

special attention

tonight to the fashions

from Leighton Miller.

Oh, fashion talk.

That's my cue.

Excuse me.

[gasps]

[crash]

Oh, Jeffery!

You clumsy man, you ruined

the Prince's jacket.

No, no, no.

It was all my fault.

Are you ok?

I'm so sorry.

I'm fine, thank you.

Yes, your jacket has taken

quite a hit, Your Highness.

Oh dear.

Ladies, you'll have to excuse me

while I go try

to make myself a little

more presentable.

Alright.

Oh dear.

I'm afraid this is not going

to work, Your Highness.

Yes, I think the shrimp cocktail

won this round.

I'll go check with the

hotel to see if they have

something that might

get this out.

Thank you, Barnaby.

I'll wait for you in the hall.

Oh, I didn't-

I'm so sorry!

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, I'm- that... you.

What- what're you doing here?

Actually, I'm-

Oh, I get it.

You're a messenger by day,

cater waiter at night?

Very perceptive, Caitlyn.

I know you're trying to make it

in this business

but this is not

the way to do it.

Alright, what would

you suggest?

Do you have an agent

or a manager?

Someone that looks out for you?

Yes.

His name's Barnaby.

Great.

Well, then he needs to be out

making contacts on your behalf.

You need to make him work

for you, because the chances

of you meeting someone important

here are pretty slim.

I met you.

Right.

Well, if you think I'm important

you really do need help.

I do know all of the great

modeling agencies in this town

and I'm sure that one would be

happy to sit down

and talk with you.

You would do that for me?

I know what it's like to want to

be something more than you are.

So give me a call after the

holidays at the magazine.

I'm not giving you my number.

I didn't ask.

By the way, the dress

is beautiful.

You look lovely.

Thank you.

I'm still not giving you

my number.

Caitlyn should be any minute.

I'm here, I'm here.

I'm sorry.

It's about time.

We should start the show.

I know, I'm sorry.

Hello, Lady Isabelle.

Caitlyn, your dress is stunning.

Thank you.

This is exactly the sort

of thing I'd like to wear

to the New Year's Eve party.

Where did you get it?

Actually, I-

Did you take it

from the office?

Is that one of

our spring line?

Caitlyn designed it.

Doris.

You did?

Caitlyn, this is gorgeous.

Thank you.

Do you have others?

I'd love to wear something

like it to my party.

What now?

Yes, she has lots

of other designs.

Wouldn't you like to wait

until you see the show

this evening?

Oh, well, certainly.

But if Caitlyn's other designs

are this good...

Caitlyn, shall we meet tomorrow

to go over what you have?

Yeah, sure.

That would-

that would be great.

Text me your location and

a time and I'll be there.

Great.

Abigail, I didn't-

We just need to get

the show started.

Right.

I'll go tell the stage manager.

No, I want you to go backstage

with Doris.

And you help Leighton.

And I want you to stay there.

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