Girlfriends of Christmas Past

- Cowboys? - Cowboys?

Yes, fine, you're free to go watch the game. Go on.

Mom, you barely touched your food.

The turkey was dry, even the cranberry sauce couldn't save it.

- Hi. - Hi.

- You good? - Yes, I'm good.

Fran, this was a lovely meal, thank you so much.

I'm so glad someone appreciates it.

How about you? You about ready to head out?

You want to leave now?

Well, I have this work call later tonight,

and I wanted to spend a little time with just us beforehand.

I thought that we could go for a walk out in the garden.

Dad put the lights up.

He's a busy man, Olivia. You understand.

No... Yeah, that's fine.

Of course we can take a walk around the garden.

- It'll be nice. - Okay.

I'm going to go do the dishes.

- Okay. - Okay.

Mom, it's Thanksgiving.

He shouldn't be working on Thanksgiving,

and you shouldn't encourage it.

Oh, honey, lighten up!

He said he'd take a walk with you.

And anyway, maybe his work thing is really you.

What is that supposed to mean?

You just celebrated your one-year anniversary!

Don't you think he has something else planned tonight?

Like what?

Oh, I don't know, maybe a six-karat cushion cut stocking stuffer

that he spent his entire Christmas bonus on just for you.

- No. - I'm just saying.

I bet you never thought that...

you would create your own app and be the head CEO

of your... own company in less than six years?

No, I did not.

It's crazy... But that's life, isn't it?

Things... changing all the time.

Yeah.

But I think that everything that's been happening

for both of us,

I think that, you know, change is a good thing.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- With change comes growth, right? - Yes, right.

Okay, well, there's something that I really want to talk to you about.

And... I mean, we've been dating for what? Almost a year?

November 28th will be a year.

Right. Yeah... Um.

So, well, since it's been almost a year...

I've been doing a lot of thinking...

And you know how deeply I care about you, right?

And... And that's why...

I can't keep this going,

between us, knowing that ultimately in my heart,

you and I just aren't quite right for each other.

- What? - And I know this is bad timing

with Thanksgiving and your family and all, and,

believe me, I wanted to wait until after the holidays, I did.

But I...

I just did not think that was going to be fair to you.

You're... breaking up with me?

No... Baby, come on. Don't put it like that.

I thought you were going to propose to me.

Oh... Wow.

I'm so sorry.

I really do care about you, Livvy, but marriage...

- Surprise! - Congrats!

- -

Did you say yes?

Yeah.

I don't care what the DA has to say, honestly...

Hold on.

That's great.

Livvy?

Olivia Beal answer the door right now

or I swear I will bust through...

with my spare set of keys.

- - Livvy?

Ooh...

Um... Okay...

Hey. Can we get up now?

It's December 9th, and... even the clueless barista

who makes your morning Christmas mint latte

is starting to worry.

- Did you say December 9th? - Uh-huh.

The Housewives Holiday Happy Hour,

I haven't even put down the deposit on the teahouse,

and scheduled a caterer, Tyler!

It's a good thing your trusty assistant

was on top of things.

- Huh! - Okay.

But we still have a party to throw today, so please get up and get showered.

- Now? - Yes, now!

Chocolate-covered caramel corn?

Girl, get a grip. No. Go, shower.

Yeah, see, nobody wants to see that.

Now go... Vamonos. Come on.

- Okay, I'm going. - Step over the pillow. Come on.

It's so good to see you. Livvy...

You've done an amazing job.

But all matching snow bunny boots for the exchange?

I mean, that's kind of a risky bet, wasn't it?

But thanks to you,

when our husbands drag us to Aspen this year,

we won't have to fight over who wore them first, so cheers to that.

Oh my gosh. Can I give your card

to my husband's boss at his firm?

I know their normal party planner.

He's actually a little under the weather,

- and they have this big New Year's Eve's bash. - Thank you.

But I'm actually going through a break...

So it's actually perfect timing. Thank you that would be amazing.

Okay, I'm going to go mingle. So, do what you do.

- Umm! - What? You heard her.

She told me earlier

that they'd be offering 15 G's just for your commission alone!

And the nine pairs of matching boots?

It worked, didn't it?

And besides, I was running myself ragged at the office last week.

It's not like I had any help.

I'm sorry. You did a great job.

- Okay, thank you. - Who knows?

What if this New Year's gig is the turn of a whole new tea leaf?

Maybe some handsome, grounded, young bachelor,

who donates his holiday bonus to the Red Cross every year,

shows up destined to meet with you.

With a hot, closeted twin brother?

Exactly.

You know what? You're right. You're right.

This New Year's going to be a whole new start for me.

Next time Anderson sees me, he's going to be sad and alone,

and I'm going to be with someone even better.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- What? - Nothing.

- What just happened? - Nothing.

Come here!

Oh, okay. Thanks.

- You scared me. Oh my gosh. - I'll let you go.

Oh my God.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

Whoa, Livvy! Just put down the cupcake and let's talk about this.

That big fat cheater!

Maybe he just started seeing her?

You're right, he's a cheater.

How could I not know he was a cheater?

You know what?

I should go down there and tell that child that he's a jerk.

Before he takes her back for what clearly is a 10 p.m. curfew.

Okay!

If you wanna come across looking like a psychotic stalker ex.

Unleash the beast, Tyler!

Livvy, if you want revenge,

just blast his past all over the Web for the world to see.

True revenge is a dish best served over social media.

What are you talking about? Dish?

It's that site where people go to complain about their exes.

And how do you know all this?

I always do rigorous background checks on my paramours.

How else would I know about all their favorite movies and music before I meet them?

All the girls are doing it.

How have you not heard about this?

Because you're my only girlfriend, Ty.

And I can't just blast Anderson on a website for the whole world to see.

Why not? He publicly humiliated you in front of your family.

You even said your mom sent you home with a plate of leftovers

labelled "Livvy Hearts Anderson."

I say, out his sorry butt.

Because even if I did, he would know it was me.

And then I would be Livvy the loony ex.

Not if you're not the first one.

No, no. This was an isolated incident

because he thought we were getting too serious.

He got scared and dated some thing that he cares nothing for. Okay?

Okay.

Whatever keeps those sugar plums dancing in your head at night, dear.

Hi.

Hi.

Livvy, put down the wine.

Put down the barbell, Ty.

Listen, you were right. I went to that site,

and two of his exes had just posted there and they were just the locals.

I'm not going to say I told you so, but I told you so.

So, I'm actually meeting PrincessPie82 and Fitigator for coffee tomorrow.

Princess what and Fit-n-gay who?

The girls Anderson dumped right before me.

I messaged them,

and they agreed to meet me for coffee!

But you don't know the first thing about these girls.

Well, I know that Anderson broke their heart just as much as he did mine.

So, then, expose his cheating in your story, that's what the site is for, Livvy.