A Bride's Revenge

Miss Parker?

It was my understanding that the wedding was cancelled.

- Oh, no. No, he'll be here. He promised.

[sultry pop song continues on speakers]

- Oh, my gosh. I found it.

This is the dress.

Oh, that is so you.

Right? Modern lace, no bows.

You'll look gorgeous in that.

- Thank you. - Okay, now just find

a bridesmaid's dress that doesn't make me look like

a frilly whale because I plan on finding

a man at your wedding. - It will be classy

and a little bit sexy, just for you.

- Oh, my God. You're such a doll.

Thank you.

- Miya, Paula's here for her spray tan.

You okay?

This just came in the mail.

It's an invitation to Ian's wedding to Lori.

- Lori? The Lori? Ian's ex, Lori?

Yeah.

- That's got to be a joke, right?

I don't know. Some joke.

Easy.

- Ian, jeez! - Sorry. Sorry.

Are you okay? - Yeah.

It's just been a really long day.

I got invited to a wedding today--your wedding, with Lori.

Come on. You're kidding me.

- And if I could find the invitation,

I would show you.

This is crazy. Someone must have taken it.

- It's like a year today

we were supposed to be married.

Do you think she sent it?

How would she know where I work?

I've never even met her.

She's a wack job, Miya,

and she's good at being spiteful.

- Great. -

Look, I haven't heard from her in months.

Best thing to do is just ignore it.

Besides, this is our time.

I get to marry you, and that makes me

the luckiest guy on the planet.

Plus, guess who's up for a promotion

for senior consultant.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

So the question is,

do we look at two stories or three stories?

- I love you.

I love you tons.

Come on. I don't want to be late for the movie.

- I got to lock up. - Okay.

So we're clear. I think it's a three-story.

- Okay. - I think the last thing...

both: Happy birthday, Mom.

- Ta-da. - Oh.

What? Only six candles? - One for each decade.

There. That's better.

So Miya, before we eat,

I have a surprise for you. - You just had surgery.

You're not really supposed to be up walking around.

I'm okay.

Now, I know this is traditionally done

from mother to daughter,

but I thought you might like to wear this.

- Is this your wedding dress? - Custom made with French lace.

It's...

beautiful. - Well, if you're worried

that I gave it to the last one, don't be.

I will get that.

That better not be the nurse.

I told her to get out of our hair

for at least a few hours. Oh.

Come on. Let's sit down.

- Lori. - Hi, Ian.

- What are you doing here?

- I remembered it's your mom's birthday.

Excuse me.

Hi. Happy birthday, Deb.

- Lori? Oh, your ears must have been burning.

- Oh. Why were you talking about me?

For entertainment.

Hi. I'm Miya.

Ian's fiancée.

Oh.

Congratulations. - Thank you.

- So, Deborah, this is for you. - Oh.

- It's a photograph from the Mouche Gallery

where I work in Los Angeles. - Ah, yes.

Is this your dress, Miya?

- That is Deb's dress. - Oh.

- I thought it would be nice if Miya wore it.

Hm.

Well, that is an honor.

- Well, we were just about to sit down and eat, so...

- I'd ask you to join us, but I know you were never a fan

of family gatherings.

I actually have plans.

But it was so nice meeting you, Miya.

It was nice meeting you too.

Lori.

Did you really only come here for my mom's birthday?

Of course.

- 'Cause Miya received an invitation

in the mail yesterday

to our wedding. - Well, that's odd.

So you didn't send it?

Don't flatter yourself, Ian.

I only came to see your mother.

Nothing else.

And so she just showed up.

Weird, right? - More like psychotic.

At least she saw you and Ian together

so she knows where she stands. - Good point.

Look what just arrived.

Wonder who they're from.

As if you have to ask.

This is a bridal bouquet.

- What's the card say? - There isn't one.

- Well, they've got to be from Ian, right?

Oh, Miya, Becky's here.

I guess I'll find out later.

Hi.

- Hey, you. - Hey.

Are you still at work? - Yeah.

I got a conference call in a few minutes.

- Ah. Well, I was just calling to say

thanks for the flowers.

- What flowers? - The bouquet.

- Well, I would love to take credit for that,

but I didn't send you any.

Maybe it was one of your other admirers?

- Well, I don't have other admirers.

I only have eyes for you.

Good answer.

- Uh, this might be a strange question.

Do you remember what Lori's favorite flowers were?

- Uh, yeah. Yeah. Roses. White ones. Why?

- That's weird. This bouquet is...

- Oh, hey, Miya, my conference call's coming through.

Let me--I'll call you back later. I love you.

Bye. - Okay. Bye.

Lori.

I know you're out here.

Where are you, Lori?

Lori, where are you?

Lori.

What the hell are you doing, Lori? Get off my property.

911. What's your emergency?

- This bride, did you see her face at all?

- No. She had a veil on, but I know that it was her.

Your ex.

Yeah.

Yeah, I hadn't heard from her in almost a year,

and recently, she showed back up.

- Did she ever display any type of violent behavior before?

- No. - Well, recently,

she sent an old invitation to their wedding.

Oh, may I see it?

- I misplaced it, or someone took it, or something.

But she sent these today.

How do you know?

- 'Cause white rose is her favorite flower,