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1 Emily, hey.

Oh, my God! This is so exciting.

Congratulations.

Your grandmother must be so proud that you named the restaurant after her.

She is. Come in, I want you to meet her.

- She's here? - Yeah.

She insisted on coming to help me cook for the opening.

Aw, sweet.

Mami, this is my friend, Emily.

Emily, this is my grandmother - Gigi.

The famous Gigi! I've heard so much about you.

It is so nice to finally meet you.

- Emily. - What? I'm learning.

Who is this lovely girl?

She's our neighbor.

And the marketing executive for our restaurant.

- Mmm. American? - Yes. From Chicago.

Will you tell her that I'm close with my grandmother too,

and seeing her here is really making me miss mine?

Well then, in Paris, you can have me.

- You speak English? - Of course.

Hey, Emily. I see you've met Gigi.

Yeah, so exciting.

I had no idea she was here.

Yeah, for more than a week now.

Camille. We don't bring flowers in the kitchen.

It interferes with the aroma of the food.

Oh, of course.

Gigi, be nice.

I'm as nice as I need to be.

Come here.

I want you to taste this fish soup.

I don't think she wants fish soup for breakfast.

No, I would love to,

but I'm letting you know I'm not an expert.

Our food is for everyone.

Ooh! Amazing!

You do have some competition here.

There's no competition.

That's why she's here, to make me look good.

The first week is so important.

Yeah, but we are closed on Saturday night.

My parents are throwing us an engagement party at the château this weekend,

and I would love for you and Alfie to come.

Mindy and her new boyfriend too.

That's very sweet.

Can I get the recipe for that?

Recipe? There are no recipes.

It's not a list of things. It's a feeling.

You just know when something is right and when something is wrong.

Thanks to my connection to the London fashion world,

I'm excited to announce that we have a meeting

with the legendary house of Turner & Ascot.

And by connections,

he means the Head of Development he partied with last night.

- It was a business dinner. - Oh, really?

I'm not interested in the details. Please continue.

They are looking for a marketing firm to help expand their footprint in France

and would like to come in to hear some ideas.

That's exciting. I'll start brainstorming this afternoon.

That won't be necessary. I'm already working on a pitch deck.

I'd like to see it when you're ready.

Bien sûr.

Well, in other exciting news,

Gabriel's reimagined restaurant opens tonight.

L'Esprit de Gigi.

It's inspired by his grandmother, who's here from Normandy to help him cook.

You cannot beat a grandmother's cooking.

And I'm hearing Antoine is putting some real money behind this reinvention.

Yes. And Gabriel is very focused on getting a Michelin star.

Michelin star? Keep dreaming.

Oh.

There must be something we can do to help.

No, I'm afraid not.

You know, the whole process is shrouded in mystery,

and every Michelin inspector is anonymous.

Well, not totally anonymous.

Luc happens to know one intimately.

Me? What are you talking about?

His ex-girlfriend, Marianne.

Oh, which Marianne?

I can neither confirm nor deny.

- Marianne number one. - How did you know that?

Well, you told me and anyone else who would listen, so...

That's why we broke up.

I was supposed to tell people she worked for the phone company,

but I let the truth slip out, and she never forgave me.

I can't believe I have to schedule a lunch to see you.

I know. Nico's calendar is exhausting.

We're out every night.

Ooh! Sounds like you met your match.

It's exciting.

- Oh, my God, table by the window. - What?

It's Camille and Sofia.

- What is Sofia doing in Paris? - I don't know what to do.

I don't understand what happened, what changed.

We've been... We just...

They're arguing.

- Lovers' quarrel. - So not funny.

Ah! Hi there!

- Look at you with your coucou. - I'm gonna go say hi.

Okay, I guess I'm going to, too.

Welcome back to Paris.

- Hi. - Thank you.

I heard you had a wonderful time in Greece.

We did. I wish we were still there.

Are you here for the restaurant opening or for the engagement party?

Uh...

There were some loose ends at the gallery I needed to tie up.

Um, I hope we get to see you before you leave.

- Yeah. - No.

I mean, she has to go back to Greece tomorrow.

Yes, it's a short trip.

But I love Paris, so I plan to be here often.

- Great. Great. Great. - Great. Great.

Well, I hope you have a great rest of your trip,

and... Well, I'll see you tonight.

Yay! Can't wait.

- Thank you. Bye. - Okay, bye.

- Bye. - Bye, girls.

I know what you're gonna say. "Stay out of it."

No, things are different now. They're engaged.

Camille's jealous girlfriend from Greece is here to stop the wedding.

You have to say something.

You are way more excited than you should be.

Hmm.

Marianne?

Well, it was interesting to hear from you.

It's been a long time.

And I've missed you terribly.

Really?

I was wondering if I could take you for dinner, for a change.

Luc, you, me, a restaurant, is really not a good idea.

But I can be discreet. I promise.

Huh? Marianne, let me prove it to you.

Hello? Marianne?

Then you put it in...

That's it, that's it, good.

Wow.

This place got pretty posh.

It's everything he's always dreamed of.

Thanks for everything you did to make it happen.

- Welcome to L'Esprit de Gigi. - Oh!

- Mwah! - It's beautiful.

Can't believe it came together so fast.

Well, when Gabriel wants something, he really makes it happen.

Ooh!

From Gigi. She hates me.

Well, I can't wait to try the food.

Ah, your table's here.

- Hi. - My favorite people.

Okay, Gabriel is getting fancy.

Remember when he was just a chef here and he made you eat his meat?

- Mindy. - Excuse me?

- Sorry, inside joke. - All right.

Um...

- Where's Nicolas? - He can't make it.

He's got a work event tonight.

As long as that's the real reason and it has nothing to do with me.

Emily, stop making everything about you.

I told you he's out almost every night.

Oh, I'll be right back.

Hi. Luc.

Emily, what a funny coincidence seeing you here.

This is my friend, Marianne, who works at the phone company.

Bonsoir.

I work with Luc at Agence Grateau.

Well, he never mentioned you before.

We should get to our table.

Gabriel, my colleague Luc is here tonight with a woman

he's trying to impress. A bit of a star, if you will.

Can you make sure the dishes are extra special?

I make sure of that for all of my customers.

Who's the client?

Um... Oop!

Emily, bonsoir.

You should not be back here. It's dangerous.

- Out you go. - Okay.

Table nine. Very important.

Good evening. Have you made some decisions?

She works for the phone company.

So bring whatever, she's not picky.

We'll both have the chef tasting menu.

And I would like to see the wines, please.

Right away, madame.

Did you notice how discreet I was?

I'm telling you the way it happened.

Emily didn't want to leave your party.

She went to apologize to Nicolas, and he told her to leave.

But... No. That can't be true. Emily would've told me.

She didn't wanna ruin your night.

She's gonna be pissed I told you.

- But I can't sit by and let that slide. - And neither can I.

I am so, so sorry for how Nico treated you.

Oh, God, did Alfie say something? I didn't want to make it a thing.

You didn't.

But believe me, I'm about to.

But you didn't even get to try the amuse-bouche.

No, Nico, you're better than that.

You don't get in a pissing match with my best friend.

After what she pulled, it's hard to be around her.

You'll have to learn how.

Camille and Gabriel are having an engagement party

in Champagne this weekend.

Come with me and you can make nice with Emily.

This weekend we're in Positano with my family. You know that.

Emily is my family.

So what are you saying? It's her or me now?

I'm saying that...

I've happily gotten dressed up

and gone to every family dinner and launch party

that you've invited me to.

I've even pretended to care about your brother's NFT.

Do not put any money in that.

I'm just asking you to meet me halfway here.

I'll think about it.

Think hard.

I don't know what Gabriel put on the food,

but I can tell you she liked it.

Oh, my God, no way. What'd she say?

It was not what she said, it's what she did.

A good meal is like foreplay for her.

And last night she was on fire.

So you think Gabriel might get a star?

Keep your feet on the ground, Emily.

She needs to eat there a number of times to form a real opinion.

When you two have finished gossiping,

the executives from Turner & Ascot are in the conference room

- for Julien's pitch. - Oh.

- Come. - Yes.

From the Gilded Age through the Roaring '20s,

Turner & Ascot have empowered generations of gentlemen

to splash out in bespoke style.

And now that your British invasion is about to hit French soil,

I'd like to propose a twist on your venerable brand.

A suit for everybody.

Modern, inclusive, sexy.

This actually goes beyond marketing into brand creation.

Yes, but marketing does drive the creation of our brand.

True. We just don't like to come out and actually say it.

Don't be shy around us.

It's fresh and will expand your influence to Generation Z and beyond.

But if you want to expand your influence, why stop at suits?

Why not men in dresses?

You know, Brad Pitt wore one to a premiere, and it was so hot.

Yes. Was that a dress or more of a kilt?

I don't even remember.

I have always loved the idea of a skirt for men.

- Oh, yes. - They are so roomy.

Everything can breathe.

I don't need your pitches.

No, it's not a pitch.

I was piggybacking off of your brilliant idea.

I don't need a pig on my back. It's my client.

I'm sorry. I just... I can't stop thinking about the social campaign.

Men in dresses, women in Turner & Ascot suits.

Do you have an off switch?

Julien.

I apologize.

- Should I... - No.

I've got it.

Imagine how dramatic his exit would have been in a skirt.

What was that?

I warned you, but you dismissed me.

Headhunters are after me all the time, you know.

I understand. I see it now.

I was wrong not to address your concerns.

I don't want you to be unhappy here. Okay?

Please go in there,

finish your brilliant pitch

and we'll discuss this later?

Come.

I'm sorry.

Jeez, Gabs is really marrying up.

Stop. This place has been in the family forever.

- Hey, you two. - Hi. You look stunning!

You look stunning.

I'm so glad you guys could make it.

And I've got your favorite guest room reserved for you.

Thank you.

The château looks so beautiful.

I know, right?

- Where's Mindy though? - Hopefully just very late.

Well, everyone's here, except for Gigi.

She didn't want to close the restaurant. She's cooking tonight.

I told you, she hates me.

Emily. She's back!

I'm back.

- Hi. - You're beautiful.

Oh, thank you.

- This is Camille's father. - Oh.

The Champère himself.

And this is my boyfriend, Alfie.

Boyfriend.

Ooh, well done.

Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

- It's a beautiful place you got here. - Isn't it?

My castle, my empire...

You're welcome.

It's a bugger to get to,

- but I appreciate it. - Yeah, enjoy, enjoy.

Hey, girl!

You look beautiful!

Ma chérie.

So that's Emily's new boyfriend.

Not so new. They've been together for a while now.

I'm happy for her, but I'm happiest for you.

Do you realize that you are getting married

and planning a family at exactly the same age I did?

Honestly, I didn't.

You and I are more alike than you realize.

I'm so proud of you.

Gabriel's a good man.

And much more ambitious than I gave him credit for.

You never gave him enough credit.

I do now.

The important thing is our plan worked.

Just like I told you it would.

- See you later. - See you later.

You didn't blow it.

I'm so glad to hear you say that.

Benoît, what are you doing here?

Can I come in?

Sure.

Sorry to show up like this, but I just got the news,

and I wanted to tell you in person.

What news?

The reason I didn't want to sell "Mon Soleil"

is because I had submitted it to the Eurovision Song Contest.

I didn't want to say anything in case they didn't choose us.

But they did.

What...

- What are you saying? - We're going to Eurovision.

Oh, my God!

- Where are you? - Does it matter?

We're never going to make it.

Never say never.

Gabriel, this is Father Pierre.

Nice to meet you, Father.

Nice to meet you, Gabriel.

Father Pierre has been part of our family for a long time.

In fact, he married Gerard and me

in the little chapel right there. It's 15th century.

Amazing.

And it's available whenever you're ready.

That's all I'm saying.

No pressure.

Where are we sitting?

Here. So pretty.

Oh, hi, ladies.

- Hi. Hello. How are you? - Hi.

- Good to see you. - It's great.

Emily.

- Good to see you. - Oh!

- I heard you'd be here. - Hi.

Timothée.

Can you stop teasing me, please?

What? I'm not.

No, I'm the one who's teasing.

Oh.

The brother fucker is at it again.

Yeah.

Are you going to introduce me?

Of course. Yeah.

This is Camille's brother, Timothée.

Timothée, this is my boyfriend, Alfie.

Timothée. How's it going, mate?

- Boyfriend? - Mmm.

Since when?

She's never mentioned you, bro.

Well, that makes two of us, bro.

I'm gonna run to the ladies'. Grab us drinks, please?

- Sure thing. Sure thing. - Okay.

Uh...

I hope you take as good care of her as I did.

She deserves a good man.

I'll certainly do my best.

Yeah.

Wow.

Look, I know you're upset, but this is the way it has to be for now.

We'll figure things out. I promise.

Gotta go. Bye.

Was...

Was that Sofia?

Why would you think that?

Because I saw you kissing on the roof at Alfie's party

and then you went to Greece to be with her and she followed you to Paris.

Emily.

Our secrets are what will keep us close.

I don't want this secret.

You need to tell Gabriel, okay? He...

He deserves to know.

Why?

It was just a fling. It was nothing.

And now it's over.

Just like you and Gabriel, right?

Excuse me.

Well, I guess Mindy's a no-show.

Yeah. I guess so.

I feel bad.

Attention, please.

Welcome, everyone.

Um...

I am so happy to have you all here

at our beautiful Château Lalisse

to celebrate the engagement of Camille and Gabriel.

And in your glass,

you will find the latest release from Domaine de Lalisse,

Chamère, Kir Royale in a bottle

inspired by Camille's friend, Emily,

at Agence Grateau.

Well done, Cooper.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Whoa. That's like a fizzy wine cooler.

I like it.

And now, it's my turn to say a few words.

No, not a few.

Many.

Since Camille was a child,

she always had good taste in two things.

Art and men.

Or should I say boys?

Because I felt my main job as the father

was to keep them away from her.

There were so many guys.

In fact, one is buried just over there.

What's that thing doing? What's going on?

Hi!

Hi.

Hey!

- You okay? - Yeah.

Sorry we're late.

You know how to make an entrance.

That's on him.

It was the only way to make it in time, and I didn't want to miss this.

Or an opportunity to apologize to you, Emily.

I'm sorry about the other night. Really.

Can we start over?

Absolutely.

- Actually, I would really... - Shh!

One apology should do it. We're late enough.

Where should we sit?

Thank you.

I love you.

I'm surprised you really wanted to come back here so quickly.

I needed to know if our last meal was just a fluke.

But this one is even better.

Oh, you have sauce on your shirt.

Welcome to 'L'Esprit de Gigi.'

Are you Gigi?

I am.

But the real chef is my grandson, Gabriel.

He named it in my honor.

I've never had oysters this good.

And this seaweed pudding is a triumph.

It's such a creative and modern way

to revisit the traditional cuisine of Normandy.

Thanks a lot.

- Enjoy your meal. - Thanks.

Let me tell you,

that's high praise from the head of customer relations at the phone company.

Merci beaucoup.

Marianne, you're showing all of your character.

I don't care. But don't tell anyone.

Life of Chef Gabriel is about to change.

This restaurant is headed for a Michelin star.

It's Luc. He has something important to tell you.

He's on speaker.

Yes, it's Luc.

You can't know this, but my girlfriend, Marianne,

wants to give your restaurant a Michelin star.

What? What is he talking about?

It won't happen overnight,

but keep up this quality, and you will have it.

I don't know what to say.

Say nothing. Just do your part.

And I'll keep doing mine.

I guess that makes me a star fucker.

This is... This is too much.

I... I don't know how to thank you.

You came to grey Paris and brought up the sunshine for all of us.

I'm just doing my job.

No, don't say that.

You did this for me.

And I'll never forget it.

Never.

I think I'm about to have a very good reason

to spend more time here in Paris.

You mean besides me?

I'm planning to open a Laurent G in Paris.

A private club.

- Really? - Yes, an outpost.

This will be its first outpost outside of Saint-Tropez.

When did this happen?

I've actually been working on it for a while.

Why haven't you said something?

You've been busy with your own business

and I didn't want to talk about anything until things got close.

And how close are they?

There's just one more investor I'm waiting to hear from.

And if he's in, this place could really be something.

Private membership clubs are the hottest things right now.

And I can really bring in the fashion crowd, Laurent. I will.

Together, I think we will really make this something.

We'll be a team, Sylvie.

This is going to be so much fun.

If Paris won't come to me...

Care to dance?

I'd love to.

What's wrong?

I just don't know what to do with all of this happiness.

And hopefully by tomorrow

we'll really have something to celebrate.

This guy's ambitions for the club are even bigger than mine.

Who is this mystery investor?

Only one of the richest men in Paris.

The owner of JVMA, Louis de Leon.

Camille.

I just heard from a very good source

that my restaurant is going to get a Michelin star.

- Well done! - That's wonderful!

Why don't we just get married right now?

We have the priest, we have the chapel...

A surprise wedding! What a splendid idea!

Exactly!

Why pay for another party when we're already having one?

Oui.

I, Gabriel,

take you, Camille, to be my wife.

To have and to hold from this day forward.

For better or for worse, richer or poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to love and to cherish till death separates us.

I can't believe they're really doing this.

I, Camille,

take you, Gabriel, to be my husband...

to have and to hold from this day forward...

For better or for worse, richer or poorer...

in sickness and in health...

to love and to...

You don't have to do this...

What are you talking about?

Gabriel...

Gabriel, the only reason we're together...

is because I knew you were in love with Emily.

What?

So...

I made a pact with her...

that neither of us would ever date you.

So you wouldn't see her again.

And then I broke the pact

because I thought I wanted you so badly.

Maybe because I just didn't want to lose.

Camille.

No.

Is this true?

Gabriel,

you and Emily have been in love with each other since the moment you met.

I can see it in your eyes.

The way she looks at you, the way you look at her,

anyone can see it.

So no, I'm sorry, I really am,

but I can't marry you.

And it's time we all just stopped pretending.

You can't do this!

It's done, Mom. It's my life, not yours!

- Camille... - Camille, come back!

I knew there was something.

Knew it.

- Alfie, wait. - Sorry,

but I'm nobody's second choice, Cooper.

Now go and get your man.

- You're my... - No, I'm not.

I don't think I ever really was.

You really made the pact with Camille not to be with me?

I thought I was doing the right thing.

For all of us.

And the rest of it? Your feelings for me?

They have always been there.

It's been hard for me too.

What a mess.

Emily...

there's something you don't know.

Camille didn't come back from Greece to revive our relationship. She...

She came back to tell me that...

she's pregnant.

Oh, my God.