Royal New Year's Eve Page #4

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Caitlyn, your designs

are lovely.

Thank you, Doris.

You're welcome,

Your Highness.

Oh, uh, or soon-to-be highness?

Lady Isabelle is just fine.

Oh.

Oh, this is it.

Elegant and romantic.

I- I love it.

You really like that one?

I do, I love it.

It'd make me feel like

a princess.

Metaphorically speaking,

of course.

What do you need to have it done

by New Year's Eve?

Doris, would-

would you help?

Make a dress for a lady?

Yeah.

Uh, yes.

Great.

Well, then we just need to talk

measurements and fabric.

I believe that's our cue,

Barnaby.

Yes, Your Highness.

Isabelle, I'll see you at lunch.

Alright, darling.

Again, I'm sorry.

You did warn me not

to be embarrassed.

Ok.

Let's get started.

I will go grab the measuring

tape.

Alright.

[sighs]

Well, it's official.

Isabelle's going to wear

Caitlyn's dress.

Mom, it's ok.

No, it is not ok.

This is your opportunity,

not Caitlyn's.

She stole your shot.

She didn't steal anything.

Lady Isabelle liked her dress

and I don't blame her.

It was beautiful.

I am the editor in chief

of one of

the leading fashion magazines

in the world.

I decide what is beautiful

and what isn't.

Well, there's nothing we can do

about it now

because she's already

made up her mind.

Well, maybe we can get her

to change her mind.

Especially if Caitlyn

can't deliver.

I hate it when your eyes

do that.

It usually means you're

plotting something.

You know, it's going

to take a lot of work,

helping the prince

and Lady Isabelle plan

the New Year's Eve party.

Far too much work

for me by myself

but luckily I have

an assistant.

But mom, if you load Caitlyn up

with party planning

then she's never gonna be able

to work on the dress.

Oh.

Yes, sure, but... ok, but I...

happy to do it.

Now I have to plan the New

Year's Eve party, too.

What?

Why?

Because Abigail says so.

I'm supposed to meet the Prince

and Lady Isabelle

this afternoon for

a catering audition.

Ok, free food and

a handsome prince?

I'm sorry, what's

the problem again?

He didn't tell me that

he was a prince.

Princes should be required

to identify themselves.

They should have to wear, like,

a name tag or a badge.

He did say he was sorry.

What if I said something

that would have caused

an international incident?

And now I need to work on

the party with him?

How am I supposed to do that

and get the dress ready in time?

We'll figure it out.

This is crazy.

Yesterday I was living a normal

life and now today

I'm somehow mixed up

with royalty?

Well, if it's a choice

between royalty and normal

I'll choose royalty any day.

You don't know that.

Yeah, I do.

Royalty comes with

a castle.

[laughs]

I'm officially addicted to this

coffee and it is all your fault.

Thank you, Your Highness.

Jeffery is fine.

Is Lady Isabelle coming?

No, we're dividing

and conquering.

It was this or choosing

centerpieces and I thought food

was much more

in my wheel house.

Mmm.

That is wonderful.

You don't get out much,

do you?

I told you.

Yes, well you didn't

tell me it was

because you were

a prince.

Yes, but remember, you said

you wouldn't be embarrassed.

But I was.

You made me feel like-

Caitlyn, I... I liked being just

Jeff for a little while.

It was nice talking to someone

who treated me

as a person instead

of just a prince.

I didn't mean to hurt

or embarrass you.

I hope you can forgive me.

Well, I presume that

this is all for us.

Yes, well, they gave us

lots of options.

It appears they gave us

all options.

Let's see what we have.

Marrow with framboise glise.

Sounds interesting.

Does it?

Not bad.

No.

Ok.

We'll um... we'll put that

in the maybe column.

So, the next one.

Artisanal seaweed

and oyster croquettes.

Sounds interesting.

Hmm.

An intriguing combination.

Do you eat fancy stuff like this

all the time?

No, no, not always.

Last week we had a simple

duck confit with pine foam.

That's simple?

Yes, why?

What do you eat?

Food.

Like, real food.

You know, the kind of stuff

Jeff would eat.

Yes, well, Jeff is not throwing

a New Year's Eve ball

attended by people who

expect fancy things like this.

Yes, well, you know,

I think deep down everybody just

wants a good juicy hot dog.

Hmm.

Do you know what?

Hmm?

That does sound good.

Mmmhmm.

This is remarkable.

Right?

It's so much better

than pine foam.

Best hot dogs in the city.

Life-changing.

[laughs]

You live in such

a strange world.

I know.

I mean, strange to me.

I just- I could never fit in

with your friends.

Most of them are hangers-on.

They like the idea of being

in proximity to royalty.

So then why invite them

to your party?

The ball is a fundraiser for

the royal family's foundation.

We sponsor scholarships

and after school programs

for at-risk youths.

You'd be shocked at the-

at the statistics of the...

Sorry.

I've been accused of getting

a little carried away

when I'm talking

about the foundation.

I think there's a difference

between carried away and caring.

You're passionate about it.

There's nothing wrong with that.

I love it when I get a chance

to make a real difference

in people's lives.

So these hangers-on,

they just write big cheques

to come to your party?

Well, no, we auction off

pieces of artwork

from the royal collection.

They should be

arriving tomorrow.

Really?

Yes.

I used to be an art teacher.

Art teacher to dress designer.

I bet that's an

interesting story.

Why don't you come

by the mansion tomorrow

and tell me all about it?

If a prince is asking me

to do something am I allowed

to say no?

Absolutely.

Of course I could have you

thrown into a dungeon for it

but you could say no.

[laughs]

I should um... I should probably

get going.

You know, we only have four days

to get the dress ready

for Lady Isabelle.

Right.

We wouldn't want

to disappoint her.

No.

Hey.

Hey.

How was it?

It was... not terrible.

That's good, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

What can I do?

Make some coffee.

It's gonna be a long night.

Good morning.

I'm up. I'm good.

I'm doing it.

No, no, no, no, no.

Stop. Stop.

Ooh.

Yeah, you're doing this wrong.

No.

No, I'm so sorry.

No, it's ok, it's ok.

It's an easy fix.

Were you up all night?

No.

Maybe.

What's the date?

The 28th.

It's three days until the ball.

Actually, that's only, like,

two days until the fitting.

There's so much to do

for the party.

There's so much to do.

Abigail, she... she keeps going,

keep requests,

like how is it supposed

to happen?

Oh, ok, Caitlyn,

just relax.

Ok?

I'll call in sick to work today.

It'll be fine.

No, I cannot ask you to do that.

It's ok, I want to.

Unless, of course,

you wanna trade places

and I'll go look at fabulous

works of art

with the handsome prince.

It's not like that, we're

just planning a party.

I don't care what it's like.

In my head this is the perfect

princess fantasy.

Only it's you instead of me,

but I'm good with

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