A Royal Christmas

Thank you. Merry Christmas!

May I help you?

Your Christmas decorations, ma'am.

Oh, I think you have the wrong apartment.

I ordered Chinese food.

Really? At 9 a.m.?

Yeah, don't you eat Chinese food with your pancakes?

What type of pancakes?

Uh...

Blueberry? Chocolate chip? Banana?

No, no, no. None of that nonsense.

Just original, homemade buttermilk pancakes.

Oh! I think I'm in love with you.

Well, you might as well just come in then.

Emily Taylor and pancakes. What else is there?

Except maybe... bacon?

-You ate all the bacon. -When?

Yesterday. Three BLTs?

Oh, yeah. Those were great.

Oh, wait, we have to toast to our first Christmas together.

The first of many.

For you.

What is that, a kidney?

It's a heart.

Oh, you're giving me your heart.

And a kidney if I have to.

No, I'm good for now, thanks.

Oh, how come I don't have a boyfriend

that comes over to make me breakfast?

He came over so I would make him breakfast.

Morning, Toni.

I'm late. Your dad's gonna kill me.

-You're late every day. -But this time, I'm late-late.

Tell him I'll be at the shop soon, okay?

Okay.

This is so nice.

I can just sit here. I can sit here indefinitely,

watching TV and eating.

You can start that, but first can you try on a jacket for me?

Not again.

It'll take seconds.

Is it a woman's jacket?

Maybe.

Then that would be a no.

Oh, come on. It's unisex.

-Is this one of your creations? -Mm-hmm.

I love that you can make something out of nothing.

You're such an amazing clothes designer.

Don't be too impressed.

I haven't actually sold anything yet.

But you will. Your designs are beautiful.

It's gonna be a great Christmas.

Yeah, it's your first Christmas with my family.

I mean, if that doesn't send you running, I don't know what will.

Do I look like I'm running?

Not yet, but it's only the 18th.

Oh, hold on.

Unisex?

Okay, I may have lied.

-Carry on. -Arms down.

Okay, let's see what we got here. I'm thinking...

I want the sleeves gathered, but not too much.

Bring up the hem an inch and a half,

take in the waist,

and one more button on the back.

So what, are you a stylist now?

-On second thought, bring up-- -Toni!

-She's all yours. -Come here.

Hey, Dad!

Hey, baby!

Hi.

Hey, Leo!

How's the big job search coming along, Mr. MBA?

He just graduated. Give him a break.

When the time is right, I'm sure the right job will come along.

I'm not too worried, Mr. Taylor.

You can drop the "Mr. Taylor" stuff.

You've been dating my daughter, what, about a year now?

Almost, yeah.

Do you know how many of her old boyfriends I approve of?

Maybe 2%.

I mean, not that there have been that many.

Well, I am honored to make the cut.

Hey, you're coming over for Christmas, right?

Wouldn't miss it.

We go all out. Don't we, Emily?

-We should go out to eat -

because, Dad, your cooking...

What's wrong with my cooking?

Uh, sorry. I have to take this.

I kinda like him. He's gotta get a job, but--

He's working on it.

I told you I have plans this Christmas.

I know!

All right. I'll be there.

Okay, okay, okay, what exactly did he say?

Is that he needed to tell me something.

What, in a public place?

People break up with people in public places.

Where?

Chez Louis.

Ah, that's good.

People propose at Chez Louis.

I know three people that got engaged there.

I think we're getting ahead of ourselves.

-Are we? -Okay, you know what?

If he breaks up with me, then you can hold the Kleenex.

And if he proposes, then you can be my bridesmaid.

You're not nervous?

No. Why would I be nervous? It's Leo.

I'm not nervous. Should I be nervous?

-Hey. -Hey.

Thanks for coming.

Of course.

Well, this is so formal.

It's kind of unlike you.

Emily, I'm...

I'm not quite sure how to say this.

Okay, now you're making me nervous.

There's been a change of plans. I can't stay here for Christmas.

Is everything okay?

Yes and no.

It's kind of a family thing.

Oh, I understand.

No, you don't. Um...

I should've told you this as soon as we met,

but we got along so well.

And you liked me for me, and...

then we fell in love with each other.

And then time started flying by,

and it kept getting harder and harder to tell you--

Oh, no. You're already married.

What?

Are you married?

No, no. I'm a... prince.

Wait, what?

I'm...

Prince Leopold of Cordinia.

I'm sorry.

Wait, what's--where-- What's Cordinia?

It's a small sovereign state near the south of France.

So you're not Leo James.

No, no, no. I am.

Just with a few more names.

It's Leopold James William Henry Quincy Archibald Devlin...

the Fourth.

So what was this? I mean us?

It was pretend?

No, no, no. It's quite the opposite.

I feel that my entire life before you was pretend.

But it's like I don't even know you.

-I'm still the same person. -No, no, you're not.

Leo, the Leo I know wears jeans

and watches reruns and eats pancakes.

I eat pancakes in Cordinia.

Look, I am so sorry.

You don't know how much I wanted to tell you,

but I had a ridiculous promise with my mother.

The only way she would let me study abroad

with no bodyguards or handlers

was if I kept my identity a secret.

Then I met you and everything changed.

Can you ever forgive me?

Maybe one of you. I haven't met the other one.

Well, come home with me for Christmas, and you'll see.

I promise that Leo James and Prince Leopold,

they're the same person.

Please.

And you promise you're not married?

I swear on the royal crest.

Queen Isadora, breakfast is served.

Your toast and marmalade, ma'am.

I mean Your Majesty.

What flavor is the marmalade?

Mandarin, ma'am.

I prefer quince.

And 1%, not 2% milk.

Yes, ma'am.

Your tea, Your Majesty.

You are pouring from the wrong side.

You might ease up on them.

Will and Olivia are new. They'll get it right.

Well, alert me when they do,

and we'll commemorate with an oil painting.

What happened to the previous footman?

The same thing that happened to the previous three:

you.

I suppose I'm a little on edge lately.

I hadn't noticed.

I just want everything to go well... with Leopold.

I'm sure it will.

I feel that I don't know him anymore,

and he's bringing home a girl.

-An American? -Yes.

I hear some of them can be quite pleasant.

Well, I certainly hope it's nothing serious.

The tea is tepid.

All this time you've been dating him,

and he's secretly been a prince?

Oh, I can't believe it.