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Olivia: [Reads] "Bianca and Chance

stood before their family and friends,

ready to declare a lifetime of promises.

Under the still and timeless gaze

of the snow-capped mountains where they fell in love

They remembered all the years, all the twists and turns

that brought them to this place.

Chance placed the ring on Bianca's finger

sealing their love forever.

At last the Minister uttered, "You may kiss the bride".

And as their lips met,

Bianca and Chance knew this was the moment

that would begin their "happily ever after"."

- [Nervous exhale]

Well...?

- Oh...

- What do you think? - You look amazing!

You're gonna be the most beautiful bride

in the history of weddings.

- No, I meant about the book.

- Oh! Are you kidding,

a wedding on Christmas mountain?

[reads] "And as they kissed to seal their wedding vows,

Bianca and Chance knew this was the moment

that will begin their "once upon a time."

It's heartwarming. It's romantic.

And it's Christmassy.

- It hasn't even hit shelves yet

and my editor's already all over me

about my next idea. - What is it?

- I don't have one.

I've been so stressed about the wedding

I haven't written anything in weeks.

- Well, maybe you'll find some inspiration on your honeymoon.

Barcelona is beautiful.

Let me help you.

- I think it's trying to eat me.

- I love it that you're wearing Douglas' mother's wedding dress.

- That's what Douglas wanted.

It's kind of a lot though, don't you think?

- No. It's romantic.

His mother wore it, now you're wearing it

and someday your daughter can wear it.

- Do I hate my future daughter? - Maggie!

- I look like a fairy godmother.

- You're so lucky.

This is the wedding of the season.

I mean, everyone who is anyone is here.

Wait until you see the gift table.

- Mom already told me about it. We're gonna need a fork lift

to haul those gifts out of here,

and I'm pretty sure they're all sterling silver gravy boats.

When was the last time I made enough gravy

to fill a pool float, much less a boat?

- And Douglas, oh is so handsome,

and successful and thoughtful.

- Right. Exactly.

He's thoughtful... and handsome...

and punctual... and organized.

Oh! And he always writes thank you notes.

Those are good qualities in a husband, right?

And you'll top the best seller list with your novels

and Douglas will run his art gallery and--

- And we'll be this powerhouse couple

and everyone will wanna be invited

to our sophisticated dinner parties.

Oh! That's where we'll use the gravy boats!

Okay. This is good.

Keep going. I need to visualize.

[Knock on door]

- Happy Wedding Day!

- Douglas! You mustn't see the bride before the wedding!

It's bad luck!

- There's no such thing as bad luck.

You look beautiful in mother's dress.

- Do I?

- And with this, you'll be perfect.

- You don't think it's too much?

I-I wouldn't want to take away from the dress.

- No... it's just as I imagined it,

ever since I was a boy.

- It's perfect.

It's everything.

It's a fairytale.

- Oh. There is one more thing.

I'll see you down front, future Mrs. Wilshire.

- [Nervous chuckle]

Uh, can you open this?

- I bet this is your wedding present.

It's probably a poem,

oh, or maybe a last minute love note.

- [Reads] Hm... "Darling Maggie,

wait until the organist's second fanfare

before you enter the sanctuary.

Be sure to remember to make eye contact

with Corbin Williams as you walk down the aisle.

He's the artist I told you about.

We are very lucky he's here

and I'd like to acknowledge him.

I've enclosed a photo

in case you don't remember what he looks like."

Ooh... okay. [Exhales]

- No, no. Don't cry. Don't cry.

This is just as romantic as a poem.

Douglas thought of every little detail.

You're so lucky to have someone like him.

- [Exhales] Then why am I panicking?

- Maggie... darling,

don't you look just like a frosted cupcake.

Douglas is gonna eat you up.

Bob: You are pretty as a picture,

my beautiful girl.

- It's just kind of hot right now.

There's like an oxygen deficiency or something.

Do you feel that? - Just keep breathing.

- It's just pre-wedding jitters, my sweet,

everybody gets them.

- Hm. My tongue feels weird.

Look at my tongue, is it weird?

- Uh... no.

- By the way, did you know the Governor was here

with a security detail and everything.

I had no idea Douglas' family was so well connected.

Catherine: Our darling, Maggie,

has finally found the kind of man that she deserves.

Douglas is nothing like those bumpkins

that you used to bring home to us.

- Oh absolutely and he's got gravitas.

- He's established... He--

- He always writes thank you notes.

- All that and more.

You're a very lucky girl.

- That's what everyone keeps telling me.

[Organs play in the distance]

- Oh. There's my cue, how do we look?

- You look beautiful mother.

- Thank goodness for botox.

I'm so excited for you.

- Hmm...

- And I will see you by the door, don't be late.

- It's almost time.

- I can't do this.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm not ready.

[Running footsteps]

Man: Can everyone to take their seats...

ceremony is about to start.

- Well, what's left to do?

You've got something old, your dress,

something new, your wedding ring.

- I can't marry Douglas. - What?

- This isn't right.

- Maggie, the Governor is here.

You have to get it together.

[Guest chuckle]

- Wait! Douglas is the most brilliant man.

He's incredible and he cares about the little things

and his eyes, they sparkle like raindrops.

- But I don't know if I love him.

- You-you really don't know?

Because he deserves someone who does.

- I think I love him.

I don't know, I just...

I need some time.

Help me.

- Okay. Uh, wait here.

[Keys jingle]

Here...

take my car and your phone so you can call me.

- Thank you.

- Okay go, you have to go now, go, go, go.

- Okay.

- Oh! Wait!

- What?

- Where are you going?

- I'll be at Nana's.

- Okay, drive carefully. I love you.

- I love you too.

[Relieved sigh]

I wonder if this counts as catching the bouquet.

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[Alarm beeps off]

[Door opens and shuts]

[Engine turns]

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[Wind gusts]

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[Car rumbles up]

[Tires crunch]

- What are you doing, Maggie?

Okay. I got this. I can do this.

This is fine.

It's totally fine. It's not fine. [Groans]

[Door shuts] [Massages chime]

[Footsteps thud on stairs]

[Door creaks open]

[Low hum of chatter]

- You've got to be kidding me!

[Gasps]

- [Clears throat] You gonna get a drink

or are you just planning on settin' up camp?

- Ah. Yeah.

Actually, could you pass me my cup.

And one of those lids.

Thanks. Oh, and a napkin too please.

["Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer" Plays]

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Colt: Hey Jim.

Weather looks like it could really pick up, huh?

[Crash register beeps]

Oh... [Coffee splatters]

Sorry. I'll buy you another one.

I don't want that guy to see me.

He's my ex.

It was an awkward break up. You know how it goes.

I threw my shoes at him.

You don't come back from that.

- Right...

[Door thuds shut]

- [Happy exhale] Yes, we did it!

Right, I owe you a coffee. [Phone rings]

Oh shoot.

Um. I have to take this, it's my sister.

Tell Jim it's on Maggie.

[Beeps phone on] Okay, what happened,

did everyone freak out? No, don't tell me.

- Margaret Millicent Colby, have you lost your mind?

- [Groans]

Mom, I can explain.

- The Governor is here, Maggie.

- Yes, I know, that was mentioned several times.

Where is that music coming from?

- We started the reception.

- You don't expect us to throw away 1,500 crab puffs, do you?

- Oh! They stole my phone, it's not my fault.

- [Sighs]

Is Douglas okay?

- Well here... why don't you ask him yourself?

- No, no, mom, I'm not ready yet--

- Maggie, are you alright? Where are you?

- I'm fine. I-I'm so sorry.

- It's okay.

We can work all of this out, you just have to come back.

Or I can come to you. - No don't!

I mean... I just need some time.

- We make sense together, Maggie.

- I need us to be about more than just making sense.

- I love you.

Maggie!

- Douglas I'm...

I'm so sorry I have to go.

[Beeps call off]

[Sighs]

- Margaret, you turn that car around

and come back home, right now.

Margaret? This is your mother speaking!

She hung up on me.

15 hours of labor and a lifetime of worry,

and she hung up on me!

[Crying]

- Take that...

No, no, no, take the whole thing.

[Door creaks open]

- [Spits]

Colt... hi.

- Thought I recognized Olivia's car.

- Uh.

Fancy meeting you in town.

- I live here, Maggie.

- I know that.

- You heading up to see your grandmother?

- Yeah. Been having some writer's block

and Nana's place is nice and quiet.

- Interesting travel outfit you got on.

- Yeah, well... I was at a costume party

and I didn't have time to go home and change.

- I guess it's good practice.

Nana told me that you marrying a rich art dealer.

- No. I mean, yes.

We're still figuring out the logistics.

- Well, it sounds like you finally getting

that fancy life you always wanted.

- It's not like that. He's a wonderful person.

- I'm sure your parents love him.

- Why should that matter?

- Well, it used to matter a lot... as I recall.

- My parents liked you just fine.

- [Chuckles] Come on, Maggie,

I was your mother's worst nightmare.

The last thing she wanted was for you

to turn into your Nana,

and end up on this mountain for the rest of your life.

She had bigger plans for you.

And you did too, right?

I should probably get going.

I don't wanna hold you back, Maggie.

[Wind gusts]

[Door opens, shuts]

[Engine turns]

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[Truck rumbles away]

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[Engine rumbles]

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[Tires crunch]

[Door opens and shuts]

[Footsteps patter, dress rustles]

[Knocking]

[Door creaks open]

- Nana?

Nana, it's Maggie!

[Horses whiny in the distance]

[Door shuts]

Nana?

Nana?

Nana? Nana?

Nana: [Screams] Maggie: [Screams]

- [Laughs] - [Claming exhale]

I've been waiting for 30 minutes in there

to do that.

[Laughs, snorts]

I needed a good laugh.

- Nana, that was so mean.

How did you even know I was coming?

- Oh, Colt called me when he saw you at Jim's.

- It was supposed to be a surprise.

- Oh, don't be coy with me Maggie Colby.

I know exactly where you're supposed to be today.

- You won't tell Mom I'm here?

- Depends on how you explain yourself.

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[Fire crackles]

- I just couldn't go through with it, Nana.

I was standing there in that big, poofy dress,

thinking about all those important people

watching me walk down the aisle and I just...

I just realized I didn't want any of it.

- Most of us want all kinds of stuff

until we actually get stuck with them.

- Yeah. A handsome husband,

penthouse apartment, the posh friends.

I guess I thought once I collected all those things,

I'd finally feel like a grown up.

- Well, that's your first problem.

Growing up is one of the worst tricks

that ever got played on humanity.

- Instead I just felt trapped.

- Well, now I'm sorry I boycotted the wedding.

If I'd been there,

I could have driven the getaway car.

- [Small laugh]

- Maggie, Douglas wasn't the one for you.

- He's a good man.

- Well, that's neither here nor there if you don't love him.

- I do love him,

I just don't know if I am in love with him.

- [Sighs]

He's too hoity toity for you Mags.

I mean, Olivia is the one who loves all the champagne

and caviar business.

You're my mountain girl.

- I used to be your mountain girl.

Now I don't know who I am.

- Does he give you the sizzle?

- Nana, you know I don't believe in the sizzle.

- Your grandpa and I were dating for about a month

and one chilly night,

he put his big strong hands over mine

to keep them warm

and I looked up into his eyes and bam...

SIZZLE.

And I just knew.

- Well, I'm glad grandpa gave you all sizzles,

but maybe that just doesn't happen for everyone.

- You've gotta have the sizzle.

- [Remorseful exhale]

I'm a terrible person.

- You are not a terrible person, stop it.

And if you don't love Douglas, you're doing him a big favor.

- What am I gonna do?

[Emotional exhale]

- I don't know,

but you can spend Christmas here with me.

But eventually you'll have to go back down the mountain,

face the music. [Sighs]

- Yeah... yeah,

[Sniffles]

I know.

- You gotta have the sizzle

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- I can't do this.

- What are you talking about?

- Nana told me you marrying a rich art dealer.

- I think it's trying to eat me.

- I love it that you're wearing Douglas' mother's wedding dress.

- That's what Douglas wanted.

- Oh, there is one more thing...

I'll see you down front future Mrs. Wilshire.

- By the way, did you notice that the Governor was here

with his security detail and everything.

I had no idea Douglas' family is so well connected.

- Douglas is nothing like those bumpkins

that you brought home to us.

- Come on, Maggie,

I was your mother's worst nightmare.

- But I don't know if I love him.

[Knocking on door]

[Fire crackles]

[Knocking on door]

- Maggie, I can see you there.

- [Sighs]

How can I help you?

- I just wanted to make sure you got to Nana's okay.

- I'm here just fine, you could've called.

- Can you open the door?

- What's all the yelling about?

- Oh nothing, I just thought I saw a coyote.

- Oh, if he's in the backyard, I better check on the chickens.

- No! [Door creaks open]

- Hey Nana. - Good morning, Colt.

These coyotes are getting younger and handsomer.

Come on in.

- I just wanted to make sure Maggie was okay.

- You'll have to investigate that for yourself,

I have biscuits in the oven.

- Nana said she'd let me know when you got here,

but she never called...

so I thought I should come and check.

- Thank you for checking in on me.

- Of course.

- Well, I've got stuff to do,

uh farm stuff. For Nana.

So I'm going to go get ready,

and thank you for dropping by.

- You already thanked me.

- What do you want, Colt?

- I forgot that little crinkle you get

when you can't figure something out.

- Here you go. Gotta stay warm.

- Uh, I have things to do,

but Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, Maggie.

It was nice seeing you.

- Nice seeing you too.

[Door creaks open and shuts]

- I laid out some clothes for you upstairs.

There's biscuits and coffee in the kitchen.

Get ready, cause we have to go to the ice pond

and break it up for the horses.

- Yes ma'am.

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[Door opens and shuts]

[Engine turns]

[Truck rumbles away]

[Horse snorts]

- [Effort grunts]

Ah. [Winces]

- [Giggles] Are you gonna survive?

- I'm just a little sore.

I spend most of my days in front of a computer.

- Well, that'll rot your bones.

- Feels good to work this hard.

So instantaneously gratifying,

I wish my writing was like that.

Lately I could spend the whole day staring at my keyboard

and have nothing to show for it.

- Hang on.

- [Gasps]

You still have that?

- I do, I couldn't bring myself to give it away.

- Do you remember I wrote my first story on this thing?

- I do, "The Angry Butterfly".

- About a butterfly whose mad at her sister

for drawing hearts on her wings.

- An autobiographical masterpiece.

- I was so angry at Olivia

for drawing on my favorite t-shirt.

- Have you forgiven her yet?

- It's my new year's resolution.

- Well here,

you can use this while you're here,

til you toughen up anyways.

You never know, it might cure you writers block.

[Key clacks]

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[Into phone] - Uh huh. Uh huh.

That's wonderful!

Thank you so much.

[Beeps call off] I've got good news.

- Ah! You've found Maggie! - What?

- Thank goodness. Now we can bring her right back

and forget about all this runaway bride nonsense.

- No, sorry.

The airline said the honeymoon tickets are fully refundable.

- And you should always buy fully refundable.

It's worth the extra money, isn't it?

- Bob. - No no no,

you remember we almost went to Hawaii but you got chicken pox.

Who gets chicken pox at of 49, right?

Anyway you were very happy

that we had fully refundable...

How exactly did she get the keys to your car?

- I...

- Your car?

- Well, she just....

- Olivia, where has your sister gone?

- She could be anywhere.

I mean, you know Maggie...

- You don't suppose she's at your mother's, do you?

- Those two always have been birds of a feather.

- She wouldn't have gone to Nana's!

Well, I mean, my car wouldn't have made it all the way up there,

I don't even have snow tires. Both: Oh.

- Maggie's not that crazy.

- Maybe there's a clue in one of her books.

Olivia: Right.

- What's the one with-- - "Love at the Lake".

- Okay.

- Right!

She's probably somewhere like in that book.

Somewhere... lakey.

- She loves to go to Lake Conrad in the summer

and ride the paddle boats.

- Bob, get your laptop.

Let's research all the hotels around Lake Conrad.

- Good thinking.

- We can't let Maggie destroy this chance at happiness.

Men like Douglas don't come along every day.

- Would you like some tea?

- Not unless you're getting some for yourself

- It's okay. I like taking care of you.

I mean, I just wanna help.

- I understand... sit.

Maybe Maggie just wasn't ready.

Do you think I pushed her too much?

- I don't think you did anything wrong.

Maggie's just scared.

You know marriage is a really big deal. It's forever.

You shouldn't have any doubts about something like that.

- I didn't think I had any doubts.

Now I, I don't know.

- Well, just follow your heart,

it won't steer you wrong.

[Water runs]

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[Water splashes]

Oh, shoot, we have a leak.

What am I gonna do now?

Maggie,

we've sprung a leak in the sink,

you have to call Colt. - What's he gonna do?

- He helps me around the farm.

- Isn't there anybody else?

- No there is not.

- Well, you shouldn't mess with plumbing.

I mean, shouldn't you look for a licensed

and bonded tradesman?

- First of all, don't back talk me young lady

and second, CALL COLT.

People have drowned in less water.

- Yes ma'am.

[Rotary rasps]

[Phone vibrates]

- This is Colt.

- Hey Colt, It's Maggie.

- Hey there.

I'm surprised to hear from you.

- Yeah, well, it's kind of an emergency.

- Is Nana okay?

- Uh, yeah she's fine.

It's just her kitchen sink is leaking

and she needs you to come plumb it.

- Nana's the one who taught me everything

I know about plumbing. I'm sure she can handle it.

- He says you can handle it.

- You tell him to get his behind up here

and help me fix this sink

or so help me I will call your mama!

- She says-- - I'm on my way.

- He's on his way.

- Good.

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- [Slurps]

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[Truck door shuts outside]

[Door opens and shuts]

- I'm here.

- Hey Colt, thanks for rushing over.

- Hey Nana, Maggie.

- Hey.

- Well, I'll-I'll let Maggie get you up to speed

on the leak,

I hate to run off but I need an afternoon nap.

- You don't take naps. - Yeah, I do now.

Thanks.

- Allow me to show you the sink.

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- Have you tried the Robin Hood Inn?

- Yeah. She's not there.

- Okay. What about Lakeside B&B?

Maggie does like both going to bed and eating breakfast.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't be joking.

- Someone has to lighten things up around here.

Thanks for helping out.

- Of course. She's my sister.

[Coffee sloshes]

[Keys tap]

[Message chimes]

[Keys tap]

[Wrench cranks]

- I don't think she's at the lake.

I just don't understand, if she was unhappy

she could've just told me.

- I don't know sometimes it's hard to tell someone

how you really feel.

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[Exhales]

- [Sighs]

Aren't you done yet?

- I still don't see the problem here.

Can you turn the faucet on for me?

[Water runs]

[Frustrated exhale]

I can't figure out where all that water came from.

Go ahead, can turn it off.

- Do you need me for anything else?

I've got a lot of writing to do.

- Oh, I keep forgetting.

You're a big fancy writer now.

- I'm not big and fancy,

but I do have a very loyal following.

- I'm just giving you a hard time.

You know I've read a couple of your books.

- Really? You have? - Yeah.

I was curious if you wrote anything about me.

Maybe a handsome cowboy named Bolt.

- Don't worry, my books are purely fictional.

I've been kind of stuck lately.

I'm hoping being up here inspires me.

- Can you get in here for a sec?

I need you to hold something.

Okay.

Put your hand right there.

Yeah, hold that connection for me

while I tighten it, okay?

- Like this? - Yeah.

Yeah, that's perfect.

- Ouch! - Hey, be careful.

Plumbing isn't meant to be a full contact sport there.

- I'm-I gotta, I'm, I'm just,

I'm gonna be in my room

if you need me.

- [Small chuckle]

[Exhales]

Did she take my pliers?

[Door creaks open, shuts]

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[Keys clack]

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[Typewriter dings]

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[Keys clack]

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- What will everyone think?

I never imagined myself being left at the alter.

- Nobody does.

But it will all work out for the best, I promise.

It's kind of like what my Nana used to always say,

"Sometimes sour milk turns into biscuits."

- [Chuckles] I don't know what that means.

Am I the soured milk in this scenario?

- No, no, no.

My grandmother has all sorts of colorful sayings

that nobody knows the meaning of.

I just don't think you have to worry.

Maggie will come home soon.

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[Cupboard creaks and shuts]

- I replaced and tightened the connections,

but to be honest,

I could never find the leak to begin with.

- Hm. Well, you know these old houses -

everything has a mind of its own.

- Right.

- Why don't you stay for dinner?

It's the least I can do to repay you for coming

all the way up here and saving a helpless old lady.

- Since when are you a helpless old lady?

- I can be as helpless as I like.

- You sure it's okay with Maggie?

- Is what okay with me?

- Colt is staying for dinner. - Yeah, sure.

I just came down to grab some more coffee anyway.

Can't stop writing;

finally breaking through my writer's block.

- Maggie Colby, in this house,

everybody sits down at the table for dinner.

- Yes ma'am. - Okay.

[Coffee sloshes]

[Laughing]

- I was stuck in that barrel for over an hour

because of your mean old Billy goat.

Why would you keep him?

- Because I have a certain respect for creatures

that do not put up with nonsense.

- I don't know what on earth you are talking about.

- You would not stop pulling that poor goat's tail.

- But then I saved the day.

- More like you got Olivia to lure him away with a carrots,

knocked the barrel over and I fell out.

- Exactly. I saved you.

[Laughing]

- Colt, you remember when you used to sing "Silent Night"

at every Christmas Pageant?

- Yes ma'am.

- Ah, it always brought a tear to my eye.

- I haven't sang that song since I was a kid.

Your sweet angelic choir boy is now a baritone.

- Well, it sure would be pretty to hear again.

- Aw, come on! - Come on, Colt!

- You can't say no to Nana.

- It wouldn't sound right acapella.

- Okay, fine.

I knew those lessons would pay off one day.

- I might be a little hopeless at singing.

- I might be a lot hopeless at playing.

- Sounds like a perfect match to me.

[Playing "Silent Night"]

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♪ Silent night

♪ Holy night

♪ All is calm

♪ All is bright

♪ Round yon virgin

♪ Mother and child

♪ Holy infant

♪ So tender and mild

♪ Sleep in heavily peace

♪ Sleep in heavily peace

["Silent Night" continues to play]

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[Footsteps crunch in the snow]

[Door opens]

[Door shuts]

[Engine turns]

[Window whirs]

- I'm glad you came.

I needed a few good laughs.

- Yeah, we were a bunch of little hooligans, weren't we?

- Eh, we didn't turn out so bad.

You know, telling stories of all our adventures

is how I first knew I wanted to be a writer

- Well, maybe you oughtta come up here more often

for inspiration.

- I think you're right.

I can feel the spark coming back.

- Maybe you're inspired by love.

- Colt,

I'm glad we're getting along,

but I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

- I was talking about your fiancé.

- Right. My fiancé.

[Chuckles]

Wow, that's embarrassing.

Okay. Let's change the subject.

What about you?

Are you still working on your art?

- Only when it feels right.

And to be honest it hasn't felt that way in a while.

- You just gotta to push through.

You're so talented.

You know I still have that pony you carved for me.

I keep it on my desk.

- Really? - Mhmm.

People ask about it all the time.

- And what do you say?

- That it came from home.

- Maggie, why did you come back up here?

- You know that wedding dress I had on yesterday?

- Yeah. The one for your costume party?

- Yeah. Well, that was the real deal.

I'm officially a runaway bride.

- Yeah, I kind of already figured that out.

- If you knew, then what was all that stuff

about being inspired by love?

- You're cute when you blush.

- Yeah. Well...

this was the least cute thing I've ever done.

- Have you talked to him?

- No, I'm wrapped snugly in my blanket of denial.

- Why'd you run off?

- Do you remember why we broke up?

- Uh, let me see,

I think your exact words were something like,

"If I stay up here on this mountain,

I'll never amount to anything."

- Yeah. Well...

I went into the great wide world

and made something of myself. But...

I'm still not happy.

Don't get me wrong.

I love my writing.

But nothing else about my life really feels right.

- Do you still love him?

- I don't know.

I... should go in.

Good night, Colt.

- Good night, Maggie.

[Receding footsteps crunch in the snow]

♪♪♪

[Door creaks open, keys jingle]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Tapping]

♪♪♪

[Tapping]

♪♪♪

- [Waking exhale]

[Sighs]

[Grunts, frame thuds]

♪♪♪

- Olivia.

Olivia, wake up.

- What? Is everything okay?

- Where was this picture taken?

- Oh. At my Nana's cabin.

- Are you sure Maggie couldn't have gone to your Nana's?

- No, No. Like she'd never go there.

Like not in a million years.

There is lots of chickens there and Maggie hates chickens.

She's always talking about how they're judging her

with their beady little eyes.

- Well, it's the best clue we've got.

I've gotta try.

- But you'll never find Nana's cabin without help.

- Come with me.

- Chickens... really Olivia?

Pick up-pick up. Come on, Maggie.

Douglas: Olivia, hurry! - Coming!

[Phone vibrates] [Keys clack]

[Knocks]

- Can't stop. On a roll.

- The book can wait,

gingerbread cookies don't bake themselves.

[Keys clack]

- [Grunts] - If it's a really good idea,

it'll keep.

- Yes ma'am.

- My two favorite words.

[Wind gusts]

♪♪♪

[Wind howls]

[Handle rattles]

- I think we should turn back,

the weather looked really bad out there.

- We can stay out of the storm if we just keep going.

- The ice will ruin your beautiful car though,

and that road to Nana's is really bad even on the best of days.

- I've got the undercarriage protection.

She'll be just fine.

- You really think of everything, don't you?

But what if we get stuck on the side of the mountain?

We could freeze.

- I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

I promise.

More importantly the cashier just said

that there was a woman in here buying snacks

in a wedding dress the day before yesterday!

- That's great.

That means we're on the right track then.

Okay, well, I just really need to use the ladies room,

and then we'll get back on the road.

- Sure. I'll get us some coffee.

Cream and honey in yours, right?

- Yeah. How did you know that?

- I pay attention to the little things.

- I just think it's sweeter. - I'll have to try.

- [Stressed sighs]

[Keys tap]

♪♪♪

[Phone rings]

- Oh, quit your hollering. I'm comin'.

- Nana, It's Olivia. Put Maggie on the phone, quick.

- Oh I'm doing just fine, Olivia,

thank you so much for askin'.

- Oh, I'm sorry Nana. It's an emergency!

[Maggie sighs reluctantly]

- Hello?

- Douglas figured out your hiding place

and he decided to come and find you and I tried to call you

and warn you, but you didn't answer your cell phone,

but don't worry, I decided to come with him to stall him,

and he's getting coffee right now,

and I'm supposed to be going to the bathroom,

and I actually really do have to go to the bathroom,

but I wanted to warn you because we're coming.

Oh! And mom and dad don't know yet.

But man, Douglas is such a gentleman!

He always opens doors for me,

and he knows what I like in my coffee,

and I don't understand how are you not marrying him.

But how are you? I've been really worried about you.

- Olivia, you have to stop him!

- We're already at the Gas n'Bait!

- What? - Jim still has that gross moustache.

- I have to get off the phone! - Wait! Maggie!

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

- Neither do I! Improvise! I'm counting on you!

- No don't hang up! Don't hang up!

Um, excuse me,

I was waiting in line for the restroom.

- You snooze, you lose lady.

- [Whimpers]

♪♪♪

- No, Nana, Douglas is on his way I have to go.

- No, you're not going anywhere.

- I'm an adult. You can't tell me what to do.

- Well, I wouldn't dream of stopping you

from all this soap opera drama,

but my hip is killing me which means the storm is coming.

And from the way it's been bothering me,

agh, it's a bad one.

- Well, I'm just gonna have to chance it.

- It is not safe to drive. - Okay. Well...

what about Douglas then? He's got Olivia with him.

- Oh! Your sister wouldn't be stupid enough to try

and drive up this mountain in a blizzard.

You need something to do? Bring the mares in.

♪♪♪

[Notification chime]

Radio Announcer: A winter storm alert has been issued

for the Torrey Mountain area.

Icy roads, low visibility

and blizzard like conditions are expected

with as much as 18 inches of snow fall.

High winds in the coming 24 hours.

Highway closures expected.

Residents are encouraged to seek shelter.

[Notification chime]

♪♪♪

[Phone rings]

Nana: Can't answer the phone right now...

Just get to the point and we'll call you back.

- Come on...answer.

[Wind howls]

♪♪♪

Nana! I'm here!

What can I do to help?

- Go give Maggie a hand with the mares.

I'm gonna secure the south pen!

- Okay, yeah, I'm on it!

[Wind gusts, howls]

[Effort grunts]

- [Sighs] Thanks for coming.

I don't know how Nana does all this on her own.

- Well, she's still pretty spry,

but I always try and check in on her once in a while.

The trick is not to letting her know that's what I'm doing.

- Well, it means a lot to me.

[Shrill whinny] - Whoa, girl. I know.

It's scary out there,

but we're gonna get you some nice clean hay,

and if you're lucky, I might give you a carrot or two.

[Chomping sounds]

- You're so good with them.

- She's just in it for the treats, aren't ya girl?

[Engine hums]

- Why so many cars? Everybody going up to Nana's?

[Traffic sounds]

[Engine whines] - Oh my...

- We'll be fine.

- Agh, she's not picking up on her cell.

Neither is Douglas.

- I'm sure she's fine. Your sister can be flighty,

but she knows this mountain.

- The cell towers are probably down.

You wouldn't be able to reach her anyway.

- This is all my fault. If I hadn't run off,

no one would be coming after me.

- You know, if I'm not mistaken,

everyone we're talking about here is an adult.

You all make your own choices, good or bad.

- Maggie, worrying is not gonna help.

- Well, I have to do something.

- Okay. I'll take you to go look for them.

- Really? Thank you!

[Knock on door]

[Shivering, whimpering]

- Thank goodness you're okay.

I was so worried about you.

Why would you keep going in this storm?

- Oh. It was Douglas. He wouldn't give up.

We got stuck about half a mile back.

- Don't just stand there, come and get warm!

Crazy girl.

- [Shivers]

You okay? - Mhmm.

Come we'll get you in a hot tub

don't want you catching pneumonia.

Colt, there's some leftovers in the fridge

would you mind heating up some dinner for these guys?

- No ma'am.

- Oh, Douglas, this is Colt.

He's an old family friend.

- We were just headed out to look for you.

- Together?

- Uh...

- I have search-lights on my truck.

I'll get those leftovers warmed up.

- [Shivers]

You really scared me, Maggie.

- Aren't you mad?

- Look, we can still get married.

- Douglas... - Look, it's a hiccup.

But I'm willing to overlook it if you can just explain to me

why you would do something like this.

- I was scared.

- Everyone's scared on their wedding day.

That's not an excuse.

- It was just so much with the dress, and the Governor.

- It's not about the dress and the Governor.

It's about you and I.

- Douglas, you are an amazing man,

and anyone would be so lucky

to have you fall in love with them but I not--

- Look,

we've both been through a lot these past few days.

We don't need to make any decision tonight.

- No I just don't want you thinking that--

- I'm not thinking of anything but a warm mug of tea

and finally getting to spend some time with you.

- I don't deserve you, Douglas.

[Approaching footsteps]

- I was just gonna ask Nana where she keeps the Dutch oven.

Never mind, I'll find it.

[Plates clank]

- Thank you, Nana. That was delicious.

- Oh, you can call me Barbara,

you have to earn the right to call me Nana.

- Fair enough.

- I always wondered why you two call your grandma 'Nana'.

- Oh, our mom called her grandma that,

and I guess its just always been Nana to us.

- Well, I guess that makes sense.

She's not really the 'grandma' type.

- No, she's not.

She deserved her own special name.

- Okay, I have some gingerbread houses to build here.

I promised the auxiliary ladies I'd donate

some for the Christmas service.

Who wants to help?

- I think I can handle that,

how about you, Colt?

- I've raised a few roofs in my day.

- You can quit staring at each other now.

♪♪♪

- So how's Douglas really doing?

- I think he's okay.

I mean, we actually had a really good time

coming up the mountain.

We listened to Christmas carols...

and did you know that Douglas used to carol professionally?

Like one of those people who dresses up in a costume

and sings about Wassail.

- Well, I guess that explains why he knows all the words

to "Good King Wencesla". - He does?

He's so good at everything.

- You're right. He's the perfect guy.

- So do you think you're gonna stay with him?

- [Sighs] I don't think I can.

He doesn't give me the Sizzle.

- Oh. The sizzle.

I forgotten about that. - Yeah. I did too.

That's the problem.

- Well, Nana says we're stuck here until after Christmas,

so you'll have plenty of time to figure everything out.

- After Christmas? - Yeah, Colt too.

There's zero visibility. He can't drive home.

- Agh. Great.

- Speaking of which, he looked pretty jealous

when he saw you and Douglas together.

- He did?

- Yeah, I think Colt's still got feelings for you.

- Whatever. I mean, like how jealous?

Not that I care.

Nana: Are you two gonna help me out?

- [Sighs] Come on.

- You must be exhausted. We should tuck in.

- Where are we gonna put everyone?

- Okay.

Boys downstairs. Girls upstairs.

And by the way, the stairs creak,

so no middle of the night shenanigans.

Both: Nana!

- I'm just saying.

I will swat you with my house shoe

if you try any funny business.

- No ma'am. Wouldn't dream of it.

- I'm certainly not gonna try anything.

- Okay. Good night, girls, I'm turning in.

- Good night, Nana. - Good night, Barbara.

- I'll take the chair.

You can have the sofa.

- I'll have you know I spent a week camping

in the jungles of Costa Rice.

I even caught a parasite.

I think I can handle a few nights on a chair.

- I'm sure Maggie would never forgive me

if I didn't make sure her fiancé got a good night's sleep.

- So who taking the chair? Both: Me.

- Okay, we're gonna give Douglas the couch

because he's our guest.

Colt, you're practically family.

- Aren't I practically family too?

- Yes, but you're special...

uh, special to Maggie I mean.

- Do you need an extra pillow or anything?

- No, I'll be fine.

- I'm sorry you're stuck here.

- I'm not.

- There you go. You should be snug as a bug in a rug.

- Thank you.

- Good night, Colt. - Good night, Maggie.

Nana: Lights out!

- We're just upstairs if you need anything.

- But so is your grandma

- Sweet dreams, see you in the morning.

[In unison] Okay.

- I'll see everyone in the morning.

♪♪♪

- I should have told you this before,

but thank you.

- For what?

Leading Douglas right to you in the middle of a blizzard?

- [Small laugh] No.

For listening and not trying to stop me,

and giving me your car,

which is a little worse for the wear by the way.

Sorry.

- It's okay.

You'd do the same thing for me.

- I'm sorry you're stuck here for Christmas.

- Why? How fun is this?

We're trapped in Nana's cabin for the holidays

with two handsome bachelors.

[Laughs]

- Who just happen to be my fiancé and my ex-boyfriend.

It's not fun,

it's the premise for a reality TV show.

- Come on, you know what I mean.

- But don't you think it's weird?

- It's an adventure.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

♪♪♪

[Olivia humming]

- Wow, you're up really early, why?

- Just making some breakfast.

- You sound awfully chipper.

- It's Christmas Eve,

and I'm surrounded by the people I love.

What's not to be chipper about?

- I don't know.

When you were little, you used to hate the snow.

Hated being cold.

When your mama used to bring you up here in the winter

you'd just sit by the fire place and pout.

- Did I, really? - Uh-ha.

I always said it's because you don't have enough meat

on your bones.

You gotta fatten up around here or freeze.

- Well, I guess I finally fattened up.

- Yeah. Hardly.

No,

there is something different about you.

You've got a bit of a...a glow.

- It's probably just the Christmas spirit.

- Ah-ha.

- What?

- [Laughs] I'm just fooling with you.

Okay, I'll do the bacon.

You finish up the pancakes.

- [Small laugh]

♪♪♪

[Wind gusts]

- Okay, thanks.

Well, that was the Sheriff.

Everything is melting up here,

but it could take a couple of days to clear the lower roads.

- So, it's all of us for Christmas.

- Looks that way.

- Well, if the cooking is all this good, I don't mind.

- Olivia made the pancakes.

- It's just something I saw online.

- Well, I guess we might as well make the most of it.

It's Christmas Eve. We should probably get a tree.

- Mhmm.

- You and I could take the horses.

- Uh, why don't we all go.

Nana's got a bunch of snow gear in the attic.

- Don't worry, Doug. We'll put you on Daisy.

She's about a 100-years-old,

so she'll be nice and easy on the city boy.

- This city boy made it up a mountain in a blizzard.

I don't think a horse will be much of a problem.

♪♪♪

[Hooves clop]

♪♪♪

- Can't believe it,

it's like the storm didn't even happen.

- Yeah, but the road down to my place in the lower mountain

is all still jammed up with snow.

- Weird weather.

- [Clucks tongue] Come on, girl,

you can do it. [Clucks tongue]

- [Giggles]

You thinking what I'm thinking?

- Don't get off your horse.

♪♪♪

- Come on, girl, just a little farther, you can do it.

- I guess Daisy likes it there.

- Yes. She's a woman with a mind of her own.

- Why don't we walk instead.

- That's the best idea I've heard all day.

[Olivia chuckles]

- I'm sorry we got stuck up here.

You probably had exciting holiday plans.

- I don't know why everyone keeps apologizing to me.

I couldn't be happier.

- You always see the silver lining.

- Whoa! - It's endearing.

- Thank you

Oh no. - What?

- Very much stuck. - Okay. Okay.

Here, let me help you.

- Okay.

- Okay, wait now I'm stuck.

- [Laughing]

- I'm glad you think this is funny.

Alright. Alright. - Okay.

♪♪♪

- Okay. Um... - Are you still stuck?

- Yeah. You pull that way. - Alright, one... two...

- This is the perfect tree.

- What makes it perfect?

- Well, it's gotta be full,

so you can nestle some of the ornaments in the branches,

instead of hanging them.

And wide at the bottom,

so that when you wake up on Christmas morning,

all of the presents fit underneath.

And it's gotta be just the right height,

so that when you put the star on top,

it almost brushes the ceiling, but doesn't bend.

And it just has to have that thing

where you know it's the one.

- I definitely know about that.

- My mom never liked real trees,

she always said the needles get everywhere,

but don't you think Christmas is so much more magical

with a real tree? - Yeah, I do.

- It's like it's not pretending,

so you can't either. You have to be in the spirit.

- You are obviously a writer.

- What do you mean?

- Just the way you use words.

I can see everything that you say.

- Thank you.

- Maggie,

I'm really glad you're here for Christmas.

I've missed you.

- Colt...

[Olivia and Douglas laughing]

- Look, we found it!

- It was hard to bring back.

Olivia: It's beautiful. It's gonna look so pretty

with our popcorn and ornaments.

Douglas: Looks great.

- Yeah. I think it was the best one out there.

Olivia: Gorgeous.

It's Christmas!

Nana: Come on, guys, it's picture time.

Let's go.

Girls, Colt.

This is called a selfie.

- Oh. Okay.

- Closer, closer hug!

[Lights click off] - Oh no!

- Ah... it happens. It-it's okay.

We'll be fine - we won't freeze.

We've got the fireplace, we got lanterns.

- I'll bring in more firewood.

- Good idea. - Me too.

♪♪♪

[Door creaks open]

- [Blows out air]

It's a lot colder out here than in the city.

- You're welcome to go inside if it's too cold for you.

- I'm fine.

Those old wood fireplaces produce a ton of carbon.

I installed a clean air fireplace in my penthouse.

Runs on natural gas.

- I can't imagine Maggie living in a penthouse.

- I can't imagine you imagining Maggie at all.

Is there something going on between you two?

Is that why she here?

- Alright look,

Maggie and I used to be together,

that was a long time ago

and she's definitely moved on.

- Have you?

- Why don't you go back inside and stay warm.

I can handle the firewood.

- Look, I don't know what your problem is with me,

but I'm not some weak, helpless city boy

who can't make it on the farm.

I was a scout. I have survival skills.

- [Grunts]

[Shoving effort grunts]

[Fire crackles]

[Lantern clanks]

- Oh, it's so pretty!

- What do you think is taking them so long?

- I don't know give'em another minute.

[Door creaks open]

- What happened?

[Door shuts] - We're fine.

- I slipped.

- Are you hurt?

- Well, how did you get so much snow all over you?

- Mind if we put this wood down?

- There's something you guys aren't telling us.

- Ah, leave them alone.

It's Christmas Eve and I have gifts.

Olivia: Yeah! Presents!

- Oh, Nana. I don't have anything for you.

- Well, you don't give presents to get 'em back.

You guys go and get cleaned up

and then everyone find a seat.

♪♪♪

Merry Christmas, everyone,

And I have gifts.

- [Excited giggles]

- This is for Olivia,

because she likes pretty things.

Oh! I love it, it's perfect.

- Maggie...

- Um...

- It's for the typewriter.

It was just colleting dust in the barn,

and you give it purpose.

So I want you to have it.

- It's the best Christmas present ever!

Thank you, Nana.

- Douglas, I did not forget about you.

- World's greatest Nana. - Well, I had to improvise.

Cause I didn't know you were coming.

But that is my special chamomile mix

that I make the herbs in my garden.

Olivia told me that you like to drink tea at night.

- Thank you, Nana. - Not yet.

- I mean Barbara. And thank you, Olivia.

- And last but not least,

Colt.

You're the only one that I planned ahead for.

[Colt clears his throat]

- Nana, it's too much.

- I want you to make me something beautiful

with those tools.

You do the prettiest woodworking I've ever seen

and you should start again.

- Wait, are you Colt Turner,

the woodworking artist?

- Yeah, that's me.

- I've acquired several of your pieces for my clients.

Your work is genius.

- When did you start selling your art?

Why didn't you tell me about this?

- I didn't think it mattered. - Of course it matters.

I know how important this is. This is a big deal.

I mean, you could have told me.

- And when would I have done that?

- Maybe I could have helped you.

- Maggie, you took off.

You said I didn't have any ambition

because I didn't wanna move to the city with you

to pretend to be some stuck up art snob.

- Well, you should have come after me.

- I wasn't inclined to beg you to be my girlfriend.

- Oh! It was that easy to let me go?

- Maggie, I loved you. - Well, I love you too!

Loved you.

I used to love you.

- [Sharp exhale] Okay. I need some air.

[Receding footsteps creak]

- I'm sorry.

I'm just... I'm really tired.

The last few days have been a lot.

Thanks, Nana.

[Running footsteps thud]

♪♪♪

- [Sighs]

She'll come around.

[Door creaks open, shuts]

♪♪♪

[Wind gusts]

- Well, that was awkward.

- Don't feel bad.

Maggie's just really confused right now.

- I don't think she's confused about me.

You know, I thought I'd be more angry.

But...

I feel relieved.

- Maybe this is the way it's supposed to be.

You know how, when one door closes,

another one always opens.

- Yeah. Maybe so.

[Cold shiver]

- You need to put a coat on. You'll freeze.

[Blows gently]

Is that better?

- It's perfect.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- I didn't think I had any doubts.

Now I, I don't know.

Am I the soured milk in this scenario?

- No...

But what if we get stuck on the side of the mountain?

We could freeze!

- I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise.

- You're right. He's the perfect guy.

- So do you think you're gonna stay with him?

- [Sighs] I don't think I can.

- Aren't I practically family too?

- Yes, but you're special...

- But don't you think it's weird?

♪♪♪

[Laughing]

Okay.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- I just wanted to make sure you got to Nana's okay.

- I'm here just fine, you could've called.

- Ouch!

- Hey, be careful.

♪♪♪

- I'm glad you came. I needed a few good laughs.

- Look, we can still get married.

- [Sighs] Douglas...

- Yeah, I think Colt's still got feelings for you.

- Maggie.

I'm really glad you're here for Christmas.

I've missed you.

- Colt...

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Paper rustles]

[Ding]

[Keys clack]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Frustrated exhale]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Wake up, Olivia, it's Christmas!

[Laughing]

- Merry Christmas, sis.

I feel like a kid.

Should we go downstairs?

Oh, do you think Santa came?

- I hope he brought coffee.

- Oh. Um... Wait,

- What?

- Um, I need to tell you something.

Nana: Hey! I'm headed out to the chicken coop!

You guys want eggs for breakfast?

- Yes please! Tell me later.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Colt... Douglas...

about last night I--

- Merry Christmas, Maggie.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, Douglas.

- Merry Christmas, Olivia.

- Merry Christmas.

Would you do the honors?

- Sure.

- Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Yeah. I wanna talk to you too.

- Merry Christmas, everyone!

All: Merry Christmas.

- Mmm. Fresh coffee. Just what Santa ordered.

And if it tastes as good as it smells,

you can start calling me Nana.

[Knock on door]

- Nana, are you expecting company?

[Door opens and shuts]

- I don't believe it.

- Merry Christmas, Mother.

I'm so glad to see you.

- What on earth are you doing here?

- Maggie. Thank goodness you're okay!

You scared us to death

and then your sister and Douglas ran off

and we just couldn't even think.

- Oh and Merry Christmas, Douglas.

We were worried about you too, you know,

but thank goodness you sent us that voice mail.

- You called our parents?

- I didn't think they'd come up here.

- Wait, aren't the lower roads closed?

- Well, you don't think we were gonna let that stop us,

did you? Daddy and I just hopped in the car

and grabbed Reverend Abernathy--

He is such a dear.

Where was I? Oh, Oh!

We grabbed Reverend Abernathy and we just decided

if you couldn't get to us, we'd come to you!

- Why?

- Well, to help you two get married... you sillies.

- Have you both lost your minds?

- We were on our way up the mountain yesterday,

but the roads got bad.

So we had to stay in a hotel overnight.

- Yeah, the phone service went out,

and we couldn't get a cell signal so.

- Poor Reverend Abernathy has been so distressed,

he's missing Christmas services.

I just feel terrible about it.

- Mom, did you kidnap Reverend Abernathy?

- [Laughing]

Reverend, tell them we didn't kidnap you.

- We did not kidnap the good Reverend.

Now the roads opened so--

- So just we rushed right up here,

so the two of you could get married right away

and we can get everyone back home

in time for Christmas dinner.

We can do the ceremony right here by the fireplace.

- Mom.

- Your father and I know how happy you and Douglas will be.

Don't let a moment's doubt cause a lifetime of regret.

- Catherine Jean just hold on a second here.

- Olivia, you can play the "Wedding March" on the piano.

- But I don't know the "Wedding March."

- Then just play "Jingle Bells".

It'll be festive!

- Hey Colt, how'd you like to be the best man?

- If the roads are open

I should probably be getting home.

- Colt, wait. - Don't move, Colt.

- Olivia, play!

- Catherine, you are my daughter and I love you.

But you have got to stop all this nonsense.

Now, everyone is going to find a seat,

and we are going to straighten this mess out, right now.

Even if it takes 'til the New Year.

- I don't wanna stay that long.

- First of all Reverend Abernathy,

I am so sorry you got dragged into this,

but now you got a ring sized seat to watch me fix it.

Catherine,

I would usually be happy for my only child to visit me

on the holidays, but not today.

You had no right coming up here.

Maggie is a grown woman

and she can make her own decisions.

- Well, excuse me for caring about my daughter's

future happiness.

- Well, that's all well and good.

But I think you've got the wrong daughter.

Olivia...

come here. Now!

Do you have something to say to your sister?

- I'll explain. - No. it should be me.

I tried to tell you when we were upstairs

but then you wanted eggs for breakfast

and then mom and dad got here--

- Olivia, spit it out.

- Maggie, I'm really sorry,

but I think Douglas is the most wonderful man.

I mean couldn't dream of anyone better,

but if you tell me that you never want me to speak to him again,

it'll break my heart, but you're my sister

and you mean everything to me

and I'll do whatever you say.

But Maggie um...

I think I'm falling in love with him.

- I'm sorry too, Maggie.

We didn't plan this.

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- Uh...

[Small laugh]

I couldn't be happier for both of you!

- [Laughs]

- Maggie, what?

What's going on here?

- Give me a second, mom. I'm getting there.

[Readying exhale]

Colt,

could you stand up for me, thank you.

I was gonna tell you this when we were alone,

but it looks like this is how we're doing things today.

[Sighs]

I don't deserve a second chance,

but I'm asking for one

because when you walk into the room,

my heart leaves my chest.

It knows it belongs to you.

I've been following my head for so long.

And all that time I should have been following my heart.

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I understand if you can't forgive--

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- I love you Maggie Colby.

I always have.

- I just have one question.

Is anybody getting married here today?

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- May these vows and these marriages be blessed.

May they be sweet milk these marriages -

like wine and halva.

May these marriages be full of laughter.

Our everyday a day in paradise.

May these marriages be a sign of compassion,

a seal of happiness here and here after.

May these marriages have a fair face and a good name.

Annulment has welcomed the moon in a clear blue sky.

I am out of words to describe how spirit mingles

in these marriages.

Colt and Maggie,

Douglas and Olivia,

I now pronounce you husbands and wives.

You may kiss your brides.

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[Applause]

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- And that's the sizzle.

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