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Mom, I want to talk to you about something.

Mom.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, me, too, honey.

I don't want to make you nervous,

but Morgana Ferzari is here.

She wants to see how you do in the shoot.

Now, don't worry. Just be professional, okay?

I was talking about college.

- Honey, we've been through this. - Sofia.

Yeah, Madeline, wait over there until Farriet is ready.

Right now we have exciting things on the table...

A modeling contract most girls can only dream of.

All our hard work is gonna pay off.

Yeah, but I would still love to apply, you know, have options.

Uh, lift it up. Okay, turn to your right.

Stop. Okay.

This... will give you options.

- The latest proofs. - Oh, excuse me.

Um, hey, you are coming tomorrow, right?

Darling, we can't do everything.

Graduation's important.

I know, and so is a meeting about your contract.

Yeah, she's ready.

I'm ready. Let's go. I'm waiting.

Oh, this is futile!

None of this is gonna work.

Fashion Week is two weeks away.

Where are my others assistants?

Huh.

If you remove the wings,

you can let the simplicity of the dress speak for itself.

And with this burnt rouge...

bring the eye from the hemline

through the bodice, highlighting the neckline.

What a remarkable idea.

- No, I just... - No, no, no, no.

Why stop at one outfit?

If I knew we had an expert in our midst,

I would have relied on you earlier.

Morgana?

Cora Hamilton, perhaps you should

just, uh, curate the entire shoot.

Now, while I don't mind letting Sofia's daughter

play dress-up,

it might be stretching the friendship

just a tad to give her my job.

Don't you think?

Cora? Where are you going?

The dress.

Stop!

Get away from me! Stop!

Mom?

Um, Sofia wants to know if you're all right.

Why can't she ask me herself?

She's on a call at the moment.

She's doing damage control.

Okay.

Happy 18th, Cora!

Sending you good vibes from sunny Tea Tree.

Hope to see you soon.

All my love, Aunt Margot.

Did you see his shoes?

This is a general announcement.

Flight 1138 bound for Sydney, Australia,

your departure gate is now changed to gate 26.

What on Earth do you think you're doing?

Do you think I wouldn't notice a $7,000 charge

for plane tickets to Australia?

I have got a catastrophe on my hands

that affects both of our reputations,

and you're running away.

Was this her idea? - Aunt Margot's?

Yeah, of course. I'm horrible.

She's the fun surfer aunt.

You know, I've barely heard from her since Caleb died.

No, it wasn't her idea.

It was mine.

She's always written and said

that I'm welcome to come stay whenever,

so I took her up on the offer.

She said she'd love to see me.

What? Is that so surprising...

Someone actually wanting to see me?

You know, taking a genuine interest, asking them things,

wondering what they think, maybe listening to them?

I'm running New York's top model agency,

one that will launch you into a career

that will take care of you your entire life.

Darling, I cannot give you my attention all the time.

I don't want your attention all of the time.

But maybe once, you could have made an exception,

done something I wanted to do that was important to me.

I missed most of my childhood,

missed my graduation

so I could be where you wanted me,

when you wanted me there.

I've fit into your life,

and now I'm doing something on my own terms.

Sweetie, I know that you're upset,

but people like us can't afford accidents.

This was your chance to show Morgana

and the industry the polished young woman

you've become,

not some melodramatic teen.

Why won't you listen to me?

Even when your daughter is plastered on

every magazine in New York,

it's like you still can't see me.

Cora, you can't just always run away.

I am not running away.

I am running towards something else, anything,

as long as it's not your idea.

Now, why don't you just go back and do what you usually do...

Get on with your busy life and forget about me?

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is your first officer speaking.

In a few minutes, we will be commencing

our descent into Sydney.

Cabin crew, prepare the cabin for landing.

- That's her. - No way.

Good morning, miss. We'll be landing soon,

so here's your next boarding pass.

It's gate 4.

Uh, I booked first class.

There's no first class on a prop plane,

but I'm sure you'll have fun.

We'd better get out there.

It'll be smooth as glass.

You know, tai chi is only beneficial

when you don't actively work against it.

I'm not working against it.

It's working against me.

It calms the mind.

Imagine how much calmer you'd be if you did it really quickly,

finished, and could do something else.

You seem to be missing the point.

You used to hate all this stuff.

The need for stillness outweighed my ego.

Luckily, I don't have that problem.

My life is a well-oiled machine.

All set to pick your niece up this morning?

She doesn't get in until tomorrow.

You said that yesterday,

and as its habit,

tomorrow is now today.

You've waited for 10 years for her to come back,

and now you're gonna be late.

Breathe.

Cora?

Oh, my gosh! Look at you!

You're all grown up!

Sorry I'm late.

It's okay.

Oh, you're moving in, huh?

Uh, got to be prepared for anything.

All you'll need is your bathing suit.

Jump in.

You want to drive?

Oh.

- Thanks for having me. - Of course.

It was a wonderful surprise.

Last-minute trip, huh?

Yeah. You know, things are so busy right now.

If you get a chance for a holiday, you got to take it.

Well, I'm glad you did.

So, what's the plan?

Oh, uh, no plan, really.

Just kind of gonna see what happens.

What does your mom think about you coming to stay?

Hey, you know, she thinks it's a great idea.

Okay. Good.

How is your mom?

She's good. She's fine.

Just always working.

It's a shame she couldn't come out last year.

I'm so sorry about Caleb.

Well, that's life.

I should call Sof anyway. It's been too long.

Sof.