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This isn't happening.

Cody?

Where are you?

Cody?

You're cheating on me with my sister, my maid of honor on our wedding day?

Uh, step -sister. And I'm only your maid of honor because Daddy forced me to.

Lizzie, let's cut the bullshit.

I'm in love with Brittany now.

And, well, I'm going to need that engagement ring back.

fucking kidding me?

You asshole.

Give it to me.

Stop it. Let go of me.

Brittany.

Will you marry me?

Yes? Yes!

Yes!

What am I thinking? Going to their engagement party alone?

You're not giving me the

company because I'm single and I work too much?

Yes. Now that you're back from Europe, I want you to settle down with a nice...

Normal girl.

You're a workaholic, Jack.

Not helping. Remember, this hotel is my life.

Which is exactly the problem.

I want you to have both love and career.

If you can get someone to fall in love with you before the investors meeting,

the company is yours.

If not, you're fired. All I have to do is make a girl fall in love with me?

I'm a billionaire.

That's easy.

Not so easy.

She can't know you're a billionaire.

I want you to find someone who loves you for you, not your money.

Here.

It's your grandmother's engagement ring.

She'd want you to have real love.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Wyatt.

Let me take your jacket to the dry cleaner, sir. Thanks.

I'll take this back to the kitchen.

Thanks. So sorry again.

Miss, are you all right?

I will be.

Look who has the balls to show.

We won't have to deal with her once we get married and your dad gives us the

company. Right, babe?

You both know my mom's company should be mine.

It's your daddy's rules.

First daughter that's married gets it.

It's just too bad you missed your shot with me.

I'd rather be...

Poor and by myself to marry a rich, lying asshole like you.

We didn't give you a plus one because, obviously, you'll die alone and get

by your cat.

But what a loser move, coming here solo.

I came because Dad asked me to.

And I'm not alone.

I'm waiting for someone.

Really?

Where is he?

There you are, honey.

Just go with it. I'll pay $500.

I'm so sorry I'm late, sweetheart.

Uh, what's your name?

Jack. What's yours? Lizzie.

Where the hell are you?

Where the hell are you?

Uh, can't you just see little Lizzie banged some rando? I mean, what, a wing?

Serious? Thought you had better taste than that.

Babe, let's not waste any more time on these losers.

Let's go.

That was right on my ball. I am so sorry, sir.

I'm sorry for grabbing you like that. It's just everyone I know, including my

stepsister and my ex -fiancé, are waiting for me to fall on my face.

I'll pay you more than you make in tips if you'll be my date for tonight.

Please.

Oh, my God.

That's why everyone thinks I'm a waiter.

You don't have to pay me.

Let's go.

What is she doing? Oh my gosh.

You deserve a drink.

I'll be right back.

I wonder if John Wyatt's here. His family owns this place, and I heard he's

single and, like, super hot.

Good luck with that.

Don't leave him that guy at two minutes, dude.

Great.

Another moment, huh?

Lizzie!

You brought the cater waiter to my party?

What the fuck are you doing? You and the help need to leave

right now.

I think I'd rather stay and embarrass you in front of our family. No.

You only embarrass yourself.

What is he, some out -of -work actor?

How much did you pay him?

Hey, if you think you're going to get Daddy to give you the business because

grabbed some waiter to be your boyfriend, you're delusional.

Says the girl who stole my fiancé.

Not my fault. Cody chose me. He was just using you to get to the company.

Oh, because Cody and his needle dick aren't using you?

You're just a jealous bitch.

You're just a dumb slut.

How does it feel to be second to me in everything?

Does Cody still say my name when he pretends to climax?

Lizzie.

You bitch.

You bitch.

I'm going to need that engagement ring back.

You asshole.

Give it to me.

Stop it. Let go of me.

Not enough that you... Stole my fiance? You stole my engagement ring, too?

Cody gave it to me. It's mine now.

That's my grandmother's. Give it back.

What? You're dead mommy's mommy?

You know what?

Fine. I don't want this piece of shit anyways.

Go get it.

Oh, wait.

You can't swim.

I don't want to ruin my suit!

Designer!

Come on!

Don't touch me!

That was fast.

Why does he call you boss?

She has no clue I own this place.

It's a joke amongst the staff.

Hey, no offense, but your ex is an idiot.

None taken.

I'm the idiot.

I was with him for five years.

But from now on, no more rich guys or liars.

Ever again.

Never.

Come on, every girl wants a guy in finance. Six five.

Blue eyes.

Not me.

I don't even know if I believe in love anymore.

Which sucks, because if I don't get married, I can't inherit the company I

helped build.

She needs to get married?

It's perfect.

It's not like I can just create the perfect guy.

Come on.

Where are we going?

We're going to put on a show.

Are they fucking kidding me?

Are they watching?

Yeah. Yeah.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

What the hell are you

doing?

She's ruining my engagement party. This is supposed to be about me, and now

they're all looking at her.

Brittany!

Wait!

Elizabeth!

How could you get engaged to some stranger?

Who the hell are you?

If I give him my real name, he'll know who I am.

Dad, this is my fiancé, Jack... Miller.

Jack Miller.

Whatever your name is, I have some questions for you.

What's your salary, you?

Education, your family?

Dad, this isn't the time, okay? We have to go.

Your loser daughter just got engaged to a gold digger.

He's a waiter at the hotel.

I want all the information I can get on him.

What the hell was that?

Your sister's pissed and you get your dad's company.

What's the problem? The problem is they think I'm engaged to a total stranger.

You kissed me. You asked me to pretend to be your boyfriend.

I said I'd pay to be my boyfriend for the night, not marry you. You said it

yourself. You want to create the perfect guy and stick it to your family.

I can be that guy.

You get married, you get the company. It's simple.

Good deal.

Fine. Yes, you have a point.

Marrying for love didn't exactly work.

Out the way I planned.

Okay, I'll do it. I'll marry you.

What's the deal?

Not so bad.

I have a few roles.

First, you know mine.

I have to absolutely trust you.

Shit. Too late for that.

If I want to win the hotel, I can't tell her who I am.

And we get married tomorrow.

Then I get the company and we get divorced in three months.

We just got together and you're already breaking up with me?

Give it a few months. Maybe you'll rethink the divorce part.

Stop. This is strictly business.

When I get married for real, I want it to be for love.

That's why I'm going to make you fall in love with me.

Here.

Take this.

Once I get the company, you can get more money.

I don't need your money.

I don't get it. What's in it for you?

My career.

And maybe love.

Okay, that for me is I like you.

Oh, hey.

Another rule. This is strictly business.

No kissing unless other people are watching.

You're the boss.

And you can keep the ring.

If he's pretending, he's very good.

Sam.

Make sure that woman gets whatever she wants.

Have the staff let me know if she leaves the hotel.

How could the waiter afford such a nice ring?

The W?

Lizzie, you can't go through with this. If you want the company, I expect it to

be you and your fiancé at brunch tomorrow.

I don't even think I have his number.

Where's your broke -ass fiancé?

Did you come to ask Daddy for money?

I'm here for the company.

We're eloping, so if you want to get started on the paperwork, we can get

everything settled.

He's not giving you the company. Dad, he said once I'm married, I can run the

business. I've been working my ass off for years. He can't just give my

company to this bimbo and my needle dick ex.

Okay, it's not that small. Enough.

Lizzie, I'm concerned.

You're engaged to this low -class stranger.

Are you losing your mind?

Oh, you know, we couldn't find anything on him. You know why?

Because he's fake.

Unlike Britt's boobs, he's real.

Okay, where is he then? Huh?

Wiping down some table?

I have an idea.

How about we call him?

See if he answers.

Let me see your phone.

He's at work right now.

He's not going to respond.

Really? Or is it because you don't have his number?

I'll marry Lizzie.

Right now.

Jack.

As far as being fake and desperate, Lizzie's the only real person in this

family.

With all due respect, sir, I went over your investor reports, and Lizzie

this company back from nothing.

Married or not, she deserves it. You read investor reports?

Yes, dear. He did that so he could find out about the money that he's going to

steal. When I care about someone, I do my research.

All right, Jack.

I may have underestimated you, but I'm no fool.

If you really want to marry my daughter, you'll sign this.

I want to be clear.

If you divorce my daughter, you won't get a thing.

Poor Lizzie's going to get dumped again.

Bye -bye, gold digger.

I don't need your money.

Did he really mean that?

Wait, I can't use my real name.

I don't need your money.

Or Lizzie's.

Great. So, we're going to go to the courthouse.

Elope, and then you can give me the company.

Absolutely not.

No daughter of mine is eloping.

If you're getting married, you'll have a proper wedding.

And the first daughter to have a wedding gets the company, Lizzie.

Good thing mine is already scheduled for the 25th, though. The company is mine.

Then I'll get married the 24th.

I'll get married on the 23rd. No, I'll get married the 26th.

You'll both get married on the 25th.

We'll have a double wedding. A double wedding?

Dad, you want me to share my wedding with her?

What about the company?

After the wedding, I'll decide who deserves the company.

Unless Brittany was right and this relationship was fake.

We'll do it.

Let's have a double wedding.

No. Daddy, you can't do this.

This is my day.

I have Tony in my day.

I won't share with some nobody.

That nobody is your future brother -in -law.

If you want me to pay for the wedding, you'll get married together.

Fine.

Let's keep it at the White House.

Maybe Jack will pass out appetizers.

There's no way I'm sharing my day with this bullshit relationship.

Watch out, bitches.

Bridezilla's coming.

She thinks she can bully me and Lizzie at my hotel.

She's in for a rude awakening.

Yes, Miss Brittany.

He's as fresh as you said he was.

We don't need a housekeeper.

Oh, it looks like you do.

Brittany, this is obviously a scheme so you can spy on us.

You wouldn't want to offend Daddy by not accepting his gift, would you?

Of course not.

Fine.

We'll take her.

Good.

Deborah will get the dirt and everyone will realize it's a sham marriage soon

enough.

Where's my room?

Right through there.

Separate bedrooms.

I snore sometimes.

I'll get to the bottom of this.

We'll leave you to get settled.

are you doing here?

Debbie's in the guest room and she's watching us.

So you think you can use my bathroom?

I have to sleep in here.

Deborah's a spy. If she tells our family that we're not sleeping in the same

room, we'll find out we're not together.

Miss Lizzie, I came to get the laundry.

We're back.

Gucci?

Pretty fancy for a waiter.

Crap. I need to get new clothes.

Somebody left that at the hotel and ended up to be my size.

Uh -huh.

Fine. You can sleep with me.

And what happened to being professional?

I mean in my room.

You can sleep on the floor.

Just

get

in, okay? We both need to sleep.

Are you sure?

Get in before I change my mind. But no funny business.

God, he's really hot.

No, no, no. It's not a relationship, Lizzie.

Hey, Lizzie.

Yeah?

I've never spent as much time with someone before.

It's nice.

You actually like this girl.

Maybe you should tell her the truth, Jack. But from now on, no more liars or

rich guys.

Ever again.

If Lizzie knew who I really was, she wouldn't like me.

Deborah.

Miss Lizzie, I have breakfast.

Am I interrupting?

My fiancé and I could use some time alone.

Maybe they are really together.

Of course, sir.

You have to give me some warning next time.

That was the quickest way to get her to leave.

Shit, she's listening.

Shit, she's listening.

You know, she left because she thinks we're doing it.

So we should probably... No.

I meant make noises.

Like those noises?

Do you want to get caught?

Yes, yes, yes!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Oh,

yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

So, did you get the proof that they're not together?

Not exactly.

Hey, Debbie.

From here on out, we'd like you to stay out of our living quarters, okay?

Well, who's a better actor now?

I'm gonna head to work.

I have to make sure no one at the hotel outs me.

Where's her ring?

He felt kind of weird wearing it.

You don't like it?

No, it's beautiful.

And valuable.

Where'd you get it?

It was my grandmother's engagement ring.

That's why it was engraved CW.

Cora Wyatt.

Hey, Jack.

It's not that I don't like the ring.

I just miss my grandmother's ring.

It was the only thing my mom left me, and Brittany threw it in the pool.

And now it's gone.

Go get it back.

For someone who doesn't have much, you're very optimistic.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I have a lot.

Ezra, there's something I need you to do.

I want them to search every inch.

What are you doing? I have to find Lizzie's ring. It's important to her.

no!

I found it!

Yes! Yes!

Yes, Ezra!

Oh!

Ezra, there's just one more thing.

You're making staff dive into the pool.

You're telling me you're on vacation, and now you're dressed like a waiter?

Is this some undercover boss thing?

Or are you having a mental breakdown?

It's for a girl.

Jack Miller Wyatt is taking time off for a girl?

Not your fake girl.

So you're telling me you're fake engaged to a girl who doesn't know who you are,

all because your grandpa dared you to win the hotel?

And she needs to be engaged to get her family company.

Yes. You rich people are messy.

I just want to make sure she likes me for me.

So you're lying to her? Long term? That's not going to help you, bro.

I'll figure it out.

I need you to send a memo to all employees telling them to only call me

If anybody reveals any information about me or my family, they're fired.

Got it.

Shit. Bridezilla.

Does this man work here?

Sort of.

What?

I'll be in the back office.

Don't tell her I'm here.

I need a raise.

What are you doing here?

Fitting dirt on your boy toy and planning my wedding.

I need information on your employee, Jack Miller.

Get my fiance's name out of your mouth.

Mr. White asked that I handle this.

Can you give this to the staff, please? Yes, sir.

I need information on Jack Miller.

Does he work here?

Um, I'm sorry, ma 'am, but...

I can't give out personal information about our staff.

Did you just call me, ma 'am?

Yes, ma 'am. Do you know who I am?

I am Brittany Courtney Jones.

I have spent thousands of dollars here. I just booked the penthouse bridal suite

worth $30 ,000.

I'm a VIP.

I have a reservation. Look it up.

Thank God.

Not anymore.

I'm a VIP.

I have a reservation.

Look it up.

Not anymore.

Where are you and your broke -ass loser staying on the wedding night, Lizzie?

None of your business.

Ooh, I'm sorry, ma 'am. Your reservation isn't here.

What?

We'll do it back.

I'm sorry.

The only rooms available that date are the single beds by the dumpster.

The dumpster? On my wedding night?

It looks like the room was reserved under another name.

Lizzie Jones.

Lizzie cannot afford that room.

Looks like the room has already been paid for, ma 'am.

How did that happen?

My... deaf sister and her trashy ass fiance can stay by the dumpster. I want

room back, and I want it now, you stupid little peon.

If you talk to me like that again, ma 'am, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

I can talk to you however I want to talk to you. Do you know who I am? I would

like to speak to your manager.

I am the manager.

I run the hotel.

Call your manager's manager then, idiot.

Hey, call John Wyatt.

Please, I'll make sure he fires you.

You want me to call John Wyatt?

You want me to call John Wyatt?

Do I need to repeat myself?

Yes. Call him.

He's my friend.

He will fire you.

John Wyatt.

Mr. Wyatt, I have Brittany here. Would like to speak to you. She claims she

a reservation.

Put the phone on speaker.

Mr. Wyatt.

John, it's so good to hear from you again.

I've never met you before in my life.

However, I have heard you've been horrible to one of my employees, Jack

and disrespectful to my head concierge, Ezra.

Mr. Wyatt, there must be some misunderstanding.

I paid for the suite.

And it's been canceled without refund.

Money can't buy class, Brittany.

Ezra, please have security escort this liar off of the premises for stalking.

She's not to get anywhere near me.

What?

Security.

What? What? No, no, no, no.

You ruined my wedding day. This was my honeymoon suite.

You, nobody, you did this. You all suck.

You, nobody, you did this.

Did I miss something?

I have no idea. Brittany was just escorted out by security and Mr. Wyatt.

Gifted me the bridal suite.

I guess John Wyatt isn't so bad after all.

That's questionable.

Lizzie, I have another surprise for you.

But I think we should go somewhere more private.

Away from annoying co -workers. Shit.

Lizzie can't meet my grandfather.

Everybody here knows he owns the hotel.

What are we doing in here?

I... I didn't want my co -workers gossiping to your family.

And besides, this is my favorite room in the hotel.

Your favorite room in the hotel is the linen closet?

Anytime I wanted to get away, my parents worked in the hotels, so we moved

around a lot.

No matter where we were in the world, the linen room was always the same.

It's kind of like my treehouse.

So, why did you bring me to your treehouse?

Because I wanted to give you this.

This.

Oh, my God. My grandmother's ring. Where did you find it?

It doesn't matter.

Don't complicate things by liking this guy, Lizzie.

You can wear your grandma's ring instead of mine if you want.

It's totally fine.

No, I...

I love yours too.

Well, Lizzie Jones, will you fake

marry me?

Will you fake marry me?

Again.

Usually we put linens on the bed before people do that.

Lizzie, this is Ezra, my boss.

He runs the hotel.

Your boss?

Right.

I'm your boss.

The head honcho. The big guy. The boss man.

Your other boss, Mr.

Wyatt, is on the phone for you.

Mr. Wyatt, why would the owner of the hotel be calling a waiter?

Grandpa, I think I found the girl. And if all goes to plan, we'll get married

the 25th.

Does she love you yet?

Not yet, but I'm working on it.

I really like this girl.

I don't want to keep lying to her. I'd like to tell her the truth.

Not if you want to get the company.

She can't know who you are.

That's the rules of the game, son.

Can you move the wedding on the 25th?

No. Why?

It's the thing of the hotel's big investment meeting.

That's when I decide on our CEO.

You can't attend both.

So you're saying I might have to choose between my wedding and the company?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

Mr. Jack?

Grandpa, I gotta go.

Do you know where they found this?

It was at the bottom of the pool, miss. When I called, they said they wouldn't

be able to get it. I mean, the pool is 12 feet deep. Sorry about that.

I'll get you out of here.

Jack, how exactly did you get this room?

I, um... Jack!

You're back from London and don't call?

Crap. Well, aren't you going to introduce me to your little friend?

Um,

Addison, this is my fiancée. Lizzie, you're engaged?

Seriously, is this some kind of joke?

Why would this be a joke?

Because all Jack does is work.

He's not the type of guy to settle down, and especially not with someone like

you. What is that supposed to mean?

Obviously, one of you is slumming it.

Stop it, please.

I guess it's impossible for someone not to act like a whore and use your money

these days. What the hell are you talking about? Why would I ever use Jack

his money?

Crap, Addison is going to let it slip I own the hotel.

You know what?

I think Addison and I should talk alone.

You're going to let her speak to me like this?

I am a paying guest.

at this hotel, and the guest is always right.

Well, lucky for you, I don't work at this hotel, so I can do this.

You low -class little twat!

I am so tired of people like you with money treating other people like shit.

I demand that this woman be removed from the hotel at once!

Immediately! No worries.

You don't have to call anybody.

We're leaving.

Now.

I'll meet you outside.

Let me deal with everything.

Jack,

what is wrong with your girlfriend?

Glissy doesn't know who I really am.

She thinks I'm a waiter.

A waiter?

Are you okay? It's a long story.

I would appreciate it if you saw her again that you wouldn't mention my

identity.

I need her to love me for me.

It's a bet with my grandpa.

Wait. So you don't want her to know that you're a billionaire?

No. Please, Addison, don't tell her.

I won't.

What did you say her name was again?

Lizzie Jones.

Oh, of the Jones Company.

What a coincidence. I flew in for their presentation tomorrow.

Don't worry.

Your secret's safe with me.

For now.

I just bitched out Addison Timlinson.

She's a big investor we flew in for the presentation.

Yeah, you were kind of cute defending me. I need her to fund me so Dad will

me the company. Oh my God, what did I do? Hey, it's going to be great. You're

going to present and your dad will have no choice but to give you and not

Brittany the company.

How are you so sure?

I'm going to help you.

I've presented a million times.

What do you mean?

Add the waiter.

Sales pitch is a sales pitch.

Maybe.

I think I might have something better.

If you're going to run a company, you should look the part.

This is a $2 ,000 drug.

He must have spent all his money on me.

Let me help you with that.

How could you afford that?

It's your professionalism.

I thought you said no kissing.

If we're going to be intimate, I can't keep lying to her.

Before we go any further, we need to get on the same page.

I might not be who you think I am.

You must think he's not good enough for me.

I just think that I might... You don't need to buy anything.

I've seen what money can do to my family, and I don't want that.

I want a simple life. I don't need a rich guy.

If she doesn't want a rich guy, she won't want me. If I tell her, she'll

me. From now on...

No more liars or rich guys ever again.

I can't tell her the truth before her big presentation. It will ruin

You have a big day tomorrow. Let's just focus on that.

You have a big day tomorrow. Let's just focus on that.

I have celebratory cocktails for both of you to relax before the big day.

Thanks.

No thanks, Debra.

I'm going to sleep in the guest room tonight.

He doesn't want me.

Hmm.

Well, that's a waste of perfectly good sedative.

Would you like another?

Why not?

Ah,

Miss Jones asked to be alone.

She'll meet you at the presentation.

I must have really messed things up last night.

Shit. The presentation's in 15 minutes.

Where's Lizzie?

Did she oversleep?

For both of you to relax before the big day?

The drink.

Debra drugged you. There's a car waiting outside. Let's go.

With the traffic, you're never going to make it.

We will.

Oh, and Debra, you're fired.

Where did you get this?

I look so familiar.

I'm friends with Mr. White's driver.

Cutting down our employees' salaries and raising our prices, we make more money.

And that's what's really important, isn't it?

Money!

That's my girl.

Babe. This is horrible.

Where's Lizzie?

Lizzie probably isn't here because she's hungover.

So, I guess the company is mine.

Sorry I'm late. I thought I'd make an entrance.

My family and friends want to thank you all for being here today.

I'm Elizabeth Jones, daughter of our founder, Meredith Jones.

Together with your investments, we will bring in ecologically safe practices

that will allow us to gain more profits and help generations to come.

That was perfect.

I couldn't have done it without you, boss.

Nice touch talking about your dead mommy.

Lizzie, that was amazing.

We already have interested investors.

I'm going to give you a promotion.

How does an extra 30K a year sound?

Really?

Thank you.

No.

Lucy can't handle a promotion and planning the wedding, okay? It's too

for someone like her.

You're right, Brittany. That is too much work.

So you can be her assistant.

What?

You want me to work for her?

Your mother would be so proud of you, sweetheart.

Lizzie!

Can I talk to you?

Alone?

I owe you an apology.

Don't worry, Jack.

Your secret's safe with me.

What is she talking about?

I'll give you two a moment.

Lizzie, I would like to invest in your company and hope we can put whatever

happened behind us.

Thank you.

Jack and I have a very special relationship.

I was concerned for you, but it came out the wrong way. I heard

that you had some...

Issues with infidelity in your past relationships.

I would hate for that to happen again.

Are you calling my fiancé a cheater?

No! But, woman to woman, you do need to talk with Jack.

You have no clue who he really is.

The money, the designer clothes, and he stays with her at the hotel.

Oh, my God.

Jack is a male prostitute.

That's why he pulled away the other night.

If you'll excuse me a moment.

I

couldn't

help it over here. You know my future brother -in -law.

I do.

I must say, Miss Jones, between you and me, I don't think Lizzie is a perfect

match for Jack.

I agree.

That celibate pruney cat lady isn't a match for anyone.

But do you know of someone who would be a good fit?

Me.

Hmm.

Miss Tomlinson.

I think there's a way that we both... To get what we want.

You help me break them up.

And I'll get you, Jack.

Deal.

Well, Lizzie says you were a great help with her presentation.

Seems I underestimated you, Jack.

Thank you, sir.

But, really, she did it all herself.

Well, I have to go talk with all the interested investors.

Last night you said you wanted to be on the same page about everything.

Is there something you're not telling me?

I can't tell her who I am here.

Can we go talk in private?

I'm sorry, it's work. I have to get this.

I'll be right back.

I need you to interview a potential GM for the Dubai hotel tonight.

Can you get someone else to meet her?

It must be a client.

Yeah, I know she wants a specific position, but I'm pretty sure Ezra can

it.

Specific position?

Ezra! They must be running a sex ring out of the hotel.

Okay, I'll take care of her.

I know we need to talk, but I just got called in last minute to the hotel.

I'll talk to you later tonight.

This is why he wouldn't sleep with me. I'm just another client.

Miss Jones, this is your bank.

We're calling about a $20 ,000 check written to Mr.

Jack Miller. It wasn't cash.

He didn't cash my check, yet he's buying designer clothes and a Rolex on a

waiter's salary.

He stays with women in hotels, and he's a really good kisser. I accidentally

hired a prostitute.

Hi.

Hi, is Jack working tonight?

I'm sorry, I can't give you any information.

Why is he being so weird? He said he was working.

Okay, well, if Jack stops in, can you let him know Lizzie came by?

I'm his fiancée.

Jack Wyatt isn't engaged.

This lady must be delusional.

Sure.

Want to know?

The restaurant just called. Some lady came in asking about Mr. Wyatt.

Probably the bridezilla from yesterday.

Remember to tell the staff if they say anything about John's personal life,

they'll be fired.

Guess you didn't lie. You are at work.

My grandfather was very impressed by your work in Chicago.

We think you'd make a great addition to our Dubai staff.

Fucking a stranger.

I'd like to just check your references in TV.

Make sure everything lines up. I can run and get them upstairs.

I left my keycard in the room.

I have the master.

I'll come with you in a minute.

Oh, I left my jacket downstairs.

Do you mind leaving your resume at the front desk? No, no worries.

could barely touch me, and right now he's sleeping with that woman? I'm such

idiot.

Excuse me, have you seen a man about six feet two, dark hair?

Are you looking for... John Wyatt? Have you seen him? I need to give him this.

Uh, no, I... I haven't seen him. I don't know why

everyone's always looking for that guy.

Uh, is everything okay, Jack?

I was just checking the wheels.

That wasn't all that.

Hey.

How was work?

Don't lie to me.

I know what you do.

I saw you with that woman.

Crap, she knows who I am.

This is for the other night.

What?

Why are you giving me money? I don't like liars.

You're not a waiter. I know what to do at the hotel.

Lizzie, I tried to tell you. It all makes sense now.

Why you were so dressed up when we met. Why everyone at the hotel knows who you

are. Why you didn't cash my check.

I told you I didn't need your money. You didn't need it or you didn't want it.

I'll admit what you do is a little gross, but that's not what bothers me.

I get it. You provide it.

nervous to people at the hotel, and that's why you didn't want to get

the other night. No, I... I stopped because I wanted you to know the whole

before we... The truth is, I don't care what you do. I care that you lied to me

about it.

Cut the bullshit, Jack, okay?

I know who you are.

I know you're a sex worker.

What? And I'm not going to be your client if that's what you want.

Lizzie. I am not a prostitute.

Hey, you don't have to lie to me about it anymore, okay?

No judgment. I'm not going to tell anybody, but I saw you with that woman.

I was with that woman tonight because it was an interview for a managerial

position at another Wyatt Hotel.

John Wyatt? Have you seen him? I need to give him this.

Oh, my God.

Wait. So that was a job interview?

You're not a sex worker?

No, no, I'm not a prostitute.

Although I am flattered you'd think I'd have that skill.

I'm so dumb.

So that's why Sue is trying to find John White to give him your resume for the

job. Why is everyone always trying to find that guy?

She's very private.

I'm sorry I thought you were a prostitute.

It happens.

Let me make it up to you. How?

I'll give you a makeover tomorrow.

If you're going to be a part of high society, then you need to play the part.

So, which one's the salad fork?

Hmm.

No.

This is an investment portfolio.

Oh.

What do all the pretty lines and colors mean?

How do they all look so perfect on you?

What about this one?

Put it all on my card.

Let me get this on you.

You look like a billionaire.

It's the perfect time to tell her the truth.

Liz, I look like a billionaire because I, um...

What the fuck are you doing?

You're late for the dress fitting.

You never told me we had a fitting. Well, if you don't want to wear a paper

let's go.

That's if you get a dress at all.

My stepsister is late and missed her appointment, so I guess she can't get a

dress. It's fine. We can go someplace else.

No, the wedding is in a few days, and every bridal store in town is booked for

months.

It's not a problem, Miss Jones.

We pulled all your dresses in your size like your stylist asked.

I don't have a stylist.

These are $10 ,000 designer dresses. You never showed me these.

These were especially designed and sent from France for the other Miss Jones.

She can't afford these.

She's right, I can't.

They're paid for.

It's the wedding gift from the Wyatt family for their friend, Mr. Miller.

Maybe I could go through with this marriage.

This is it.

This is one.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. You just stained it.

Don't worry. I'll help you fix it.

There. Now it matches.

You bitch.

You stole my fiance.

Well, if you can lose him, then you shouldn't have him, you bitch.

Please.

I'm so sorry.

These are $30 ,000 dresses I can't sell.

I'm going to need you to pay for them. I'm not paying for anything. She is.

If you can't pay, I'll have to have both of you escorted out of the shop.

The wives will be happy to pay for the damages and the dress Lizzie's wearing.

Brittany's on her own.

My wedding dress, you twat!

If you take another step towards my fiancé, I'll have you thrown out of the

shop. Try me, busboy.

Security!

What?

Oh, my God, what a joke.

I'm so sorry this happened, sir.

We will make sure she is banned from the store.

Thank you. I promise we will find the perfect dress for Miss Jones.

No need.

I already had it.

I figured you'd like this one better. Try it on.

This dress is perfect.

It looks so familiar.

It was your mother's.

I found it in your attic and I had it altered.

I can't believe you found this.

I've been to hundreds of weddings, and you're the most beautiful bride I've

seen.

Remember what happened last time. You can't fall for this guy.

Pretty good for a pretend wedding, hmm?

I wish it was real.

I wish I really was marrying her.

I have to tell her I love her.

Lucy, I... John White could never afford a dress like this.

Even though this is a pretend wedding, I'm happy to marry you and not some rich

asshole.

She'll never forgive me for not telling her who I am.

She's wrong.

I'm the rich asshole.

Hey. I need your grandpa's address for the wedding invitation.

I'm just going to invite Ezra.

If we don't invite people from your side, everyone will get suspicious.

If he can't come to the wedding, can I at least meet him?

If she meets my grandfather, she'll know I'm rich. And he'll know she doesn't

love me yet. He can't make it.

He lives in Yemen.

So... I forgot my wallet.

Grandpa, it's me. If anybody from the Jones family reaches out, don't tell

anything.

I have a surprise visitor for you.

Who?

Hello, grandson.

I'll go get the door.

What are you doing here?

She's going to recognize you and you look ridiculous.

I look cool.

And I wanted to see if she's falling in love with me.

If I'm giving you the hotel, I just can't take your word for it.

Okay.

Lizzie, Grandpa isn't feeling so well. He has to go.

Who's at the door?

My dad.

Eddie, is it?

You look familiar. Have we met?

I... No, I don't think so.

We need to get them both to leave.

What's wrong?

I thought you'd be happy to see your grandfather.

No, I don't want my grandfather here because... I sort of told him we're in

love.

And because he's a billionaire hotel heir who will blow my cover.

Why would you tell him that?

I... What are you two talking about?

Let's leave these two alone.

What was that for?

You cover for my family, I cover for yours.

Let's go meet the in -laws.

So,

uh, what line of work are you in, Eddie?

Grandpa's a doorman.

But he's retiring very soon.

It's not decided yet.

A doorman with a rolling?

Gordon, what?

Where'd you get it?

It was a gift from my wife, Cora.

Right after we built our first home.

Home?

After they built their first home. They've been saving for decades.

Isn't that right, Grandpa?

Right.

I'm so happy to see my grandson so in love.

I guess when you know, you know.

And how did you know, Jack?

I knew Lizzie was the one from the moment that I saw her.

Maybe he is being genuine.

And what about you, Lizzie?

When did you know that you loved Jack?

I guess it was gradual.

I think I care more about him every day.

What I love most about Jack is he's just himself.

If she knew who I was, would she really love me?

I was wrong.

I liked him.

I can't believe we got away with that.

You're a grandpa.

He's cute.

Hold up.

Here. I got it.

Dishpilk. It's a little trick I learned from the cooks in the hotel.

What you said in there, it was really nice,

even if you were lying.

I wasn't lying.

Are you sure?

The first time I sleep with her, I want it to be real.

I'll tell her after the wedding.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

We were just pretending and we got carried away.

I think we should go back to the deal.

I'm going to stay at the hotel tonight.

I'll see you at the rehearsal dinner.

Hey, Jack!

I wasn't pretending.

Look, I want to be with her.

But I want it to be real.

Then tell the girl the truth.

Then I could lose her entirely.

Boy, you're going to have to do something.

Because you're getting married in two days.

Where's Lizzie?

Did she decide to skip the rehearsal party and end your sham of a

She'll be there.

Oh, Jack, I invited one of your friends to come.

Maybe they'll be able to shed light on who the hell you really are.

Oh, who?

John Wyatt.

Little does she know who's talking to him.

I wouldn't really say John and I are friends.

We're really not that close.

Oh, really?

Then why did he buy all those dresses for Lizzie?

I think you're a liar.

What exactly am I lying about?

You're just a wannabe actor and a waiter.

You don't know billionaire.

Bet you got one of your stupid bellboys to call you from the hotel phone and

pretend to be him.

Well, that's an interesting theory.

Are you all right?

Have you been, uh, drinking?

Oh, cut the shit. If you were frenzied beards...

Friggin' hotel. All he has to do is walk downstairs.

Well, John's a really busy guy.

Mm -hmm.

Okay.

If you're really friends with John Wyatt, what's he like?

Up until a few weeks ago, he was kind of lost.

But then things changed.

He met a girl.

Bullshit. Everybody knows that guy's obsessed with his work.

Excuse me.

Mr. Wyatt sends his regrets that he could not attend.

That's a $2 ,000 bottle of champagne.

Tell Mr. Wyatt I sent my thanks.

You're full of shit, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it.

I invited another friend of yours, and she has a big surprise for you.

Hey, watch it.

Oh, Lizzie.

You know he's not better than me.

Cody, you're drunk.

Where is your broke -ass fiance?

He left you alone?

Does he not want you anymore?

Cody, you left me, remember?

And maybe I shouldn't have.

You know my dick is bigger than a pencil.

I figured we could give it one last whirl.

You're disgusting.

You're marrying my step -sister.

Being in a relationship has never stopped me before from cheating.

Huh?

Brittany's just like you.

She's a way to get to the business.

You're just a little dumber.

Oh, come on, Lizzie. You know you want me.

You dumb bitch.

Get the fuck off my fiance pencil, Dick. Take her. She's just my sloppy second.

You're going to give me a black guy.

I can't have a black guy. It's my wedding. You're lucky that's all you've

Stay away from her. Or what?

You want your little waiter friends to dump drinks on me again?

What are you going to do about it, busboy?

I'll have you removed from the hotel.

You can't do that.

It's my party, baby.

Actually, it's my party. Security!

Wait, what? Wait, what?

No! Hey!

Listen,

about last night... It's fine. We just got carried away.

Let's see.

We'll stick to the plan.

We'll get married tomorrow.

You'll get paid, I'll get the company, and we'll get divorced in three months.

pretend I don't want to pretend I love you you what I love you

for real I don't want to get divorced in a few months I want to marry you

tomorrow will you really marry me I love you for real I

don't want to get divorced in a few months I want to marry you tomorrow will

really marry me

Will she still love me after I tell her the truth about who I am?

I'll marry you.

Wait, before you say yes, I have something really important I need to

What?

I want to do it in private.

Meet me in the penthouse in ten minutes.

Everything is set.

By the end of the night, we'll both get what we want.

A pleasure doing business with you.

I want candles and champagne set up in my penthouse apartment immediately.

Jack!

Can I talk to you alone?

I'm kind of busy, Addison.

Just one drink.

Upstairs. I'm really not interested.

One drink!

Or I tell your fiancé and everyone at this party who you are right now.

One drink, and then you leave.

Okay, we're here. I don't have all day, so just tell me what you want to keep

quiet.

Come on, Jackie.

I know what I want.

You.

That's not happening.

Besides, it doesn't matter anymore. I'm going to tell Lizzie the truth.

She'll be here any minute.

You know what?

You're right.

I'm being ridiculous.

I'm happy for you.

To you and Lizzie.

Okay,

I had a drink with you.

Now go.

Don't be so impatient, Jack.

The fun's just about to begin.

What are you talking about?

Why do I feel dizzy?

Because we drugged you.

Silly.

How did he get the penthouse?

Jack?

Jack?

Shit!

Lizzie?

What is going on? How dare you just barge in here like this?

I don't understand. Jack told me to come here. To end things.

You idiot.

I tried to warn you.

That's the little secret.

He just told me he loved me. He loved your money.

He was playing you.

Jack just showed me your little prenup.

He never signed his full name.

It's not valid.

He used his fake name because he's a billionaire.

You dumb bitch.

Oh my god.

Jack never loved me. He was using me just like Cody.

Why isn't he saying anything? What did you do to him?

We had amazing sex.

He's either worn out or he doesn't care.

You can tell Jack that he's an asshole and I never want to see him again.

Room service for Mr. Jack Wyatt. Wrong room!

I got rid of her.

That way we can be together.

Oh!

She left this for you.

I think it would look better on my finger. Bitch, what did you do?

Did you tell her the truth?

I kept my promise.

I didn't tell her who you were, but I did tell her that we boned. I never

touched you. You drugged me.

You know what? Get out.

Ezra, I want Miss Timlinson removed from the hotel and banned indefinitely from

all of our establishments.

Jack, I have nowhere else to stay.

I don't care. Go stay on the street.

Get out!

Get out!

Even if she doesn't want me back, I need to tell Lizzie the truth.

Liar.

Like Cody.

Neither of them wanted me.

Look, please.

Before you close the door in my face, I didn't sleep with Addison.

I need to tell you the whole truth.

What's the act?

I know it was all a con, so you could steal my money.

Go ahead.

Answer it. I bet it's your little girlfriend.

What are you talking about?

Lucy, I... No.

Go ahead.

Look, I... Grandpa, I can't talk right now.

We've been trying to reach you for hours.

Your grandfather just had a heart attack.

Grandpa, I was so scared.

Are you all right? I'll be around for a little while longer.

Hopefully I can make it to your wedding tomorrow.

At our hotel.

Our hotel?

What does that mean?

I can die with full knowledge that you have found someone who truly loves you.

You win, Jack.

You got her.

Lizzie, can I talk to my grandpa alone?

Of course.

The hotel and the business is yours.

I don't want it.

Now that I've found her, she's the only thing that matters to me.

I forfeit the bet.

And it doesn't matter if she doesn't love me after. I need to tell her the

truth.

How's he doing?

He's inside with him now.

Can you give this to Jack when he comes back?

It's from the police.

What's that?

A toxicology report.

Addison drugged you.

I'm so sorry. I thought you were lying.

It's hard for me to trust anyone.

She gave me a fake prenup only signed with your first name.

It wasn't fake.

I didn't sign with my full name.

Why? Because I didn't need to.

Because after we're married, I want you to have half my money.

Listen, I'm not poor. Mr. Wyatt, we need you to sign a form.

Mr. Wyatt?

Mr. Wyatt?

It's all set, boss.

Hopefully I can make it to your wedding tomorrow.

At our hotel.

Room service for Mr. Jack Wyatt.

Oh, my God.

You're... I'm John Miller Wyatt.

But my friends call me Jack.

That's why you were able to buy the dresses and the suite and everybody...

your name.

Oh my god, I am so stupid.

No, Lizzie, I wanted to tell you.

Okay, but you assumed that I was a waiter and you don't like rich guys and

and my grandpa, we had this bet.

A bet?

So I was just some sort of game to you?

No.

No, Lizzie, I... No, stop!

You're just another lying rich asshole! Lizzie, I love you!

How the hell am I supposed to believe that?

I don't even know who you are.

What a loser.

She got dumped right before her wedding.

Again. Yeah, I heard their relationship's just a con. Just to get

money.

Poor little Lizzie.

Looks like she got left again.

After today, I'm done with you.

You will be.

Because once Cody and I take over the company, you're fired.

Hope you like your dress.

I picked it out to match your personality.

Shitty.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go enjoy my wedding day.

I'm so happy to be healthy and with you today.

Today, I'd like to announce the new CEO of Wyatt Hotels.

My grandson, John Miller Wyatt.

Thank you.

My career in this hotel has been my entire life.

And standing in front of you today, I realize that

That... I shouldn't be here.

Money doesn't matter.

What matters is the woman that I love is in the next room.

And if I have even a slight chance of being with her, even if it means losing

all the money and power in the world, I have to go get her.

If you leave, Jack, you lose the company.

I'd rather take that risk and have Lizzie.

Sir, I was told by the broad night to let you into the venue.

I own the venue.

And I pay your salary.

Thank you.

I, Cody, take... Lizzie!

Dude!

Seriously! Lizzie, I need to talk to you.

Jack, it is not a good time right now. Liz doesn't want to talk to a busboy.

Just like she didn't want to sleep with you last night after you propositioned

her?

Ugh!

You...

Job, you're ruining my wedding.

Cody, what is he talking about?

Cody has been cheating on you. He tried to sleep with me.

You lying slut.

Really? I have proof.

Being in a relationship has never stopped me from cheating before.

Brittany is just like you. She's a way to get to the business.

Just the dumber one.

Asshole!

You've been using me!

I can explain.

Please. It's over.

According to security footage, you and Addison drugged me last night. So this

whole thing is over.

Security, escort the two lovebirds out.

You can't do that. You're a nobody.

Sure I can.

Allow me to reintroduce myself.

I'm John Miller Wyatt.

I own this place.

What?

Well, I used to own it.

I gave it up for a chance of being with the woman I love.

You gave up the hotel for me?

Lizzie, if you don't want to be with a rich guy, I'll give it all up.

Darling, he looks so much cuter now that he has money.

You are not John Wyatt. You're a liar.

He is a billionaire.

Really?

Am I John Wyatt?

Yes, sir.

Oh, what?

Wait, what?

No.

Lizzie,

I love you.

I'll be whoever you want me to be. I'll do whatever you want.

I just want you to be you.

I've been me every second.

I'm the most me when I'm with you.

I know I lied to you.

But I was afraid that if you knew who I really was, you wouldn't want to be with

me.

I swear, if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.

Elizabeth Jones, will you marry me, John Miller Wyatt?

For real?

Yes.

Your dresser's ready for you.

Meet me in the courtyard in 30 minutes.

You want to get married right now?

It's all set up, boss.

Do you, Elizabeth Jones, take Jack Miller Wyatt to be your legally wedded

husband?

Whatever his name is, I'll take him.

By the power vested in me by the state of California, I pronounce you husband

and wife.

Grandpa, I'm sorry that I left the board meeting.

And then I turned down the company.

No, you didn't.

You passed the test.

What do you mean?

You chose Lizzie over your career.

You proved you truly love her.

So I'm giving the hotels to you both as a wedding present.

Wow.

Thank you. But Lizzie has her own company to run.

We're a good team.

We can manage both of them.

Are you taking me to the bridal suite?

Don't worry.

The real bridal suite is right upstairs.