Emma: We are only one day away from the most celebrity-studded event Emma Approved has ever planned. The opening of Boxx. In the hills. The Laavva crisis is solved and everything is ready for a night of glamour and eco-friendly food. What more could you ask for? 

You could ask for your best friend to not look so disappointed when she hugs you goodbye after her baby shower. Or you could ask for some foresight about how hard it is to plan two big events at the same time.

I am Emma Woodhouse and I do not like this feeling of... miscalculation.

(Intro music plays)

Emma: Although I couldn't have predicted the Laavva situation. Who announces an opening date only a week in advance?

What do they think? That people will just drop everything a bow to their will? It's a good thing that I am an expert negotiator. And Mr. Pitt really enjoys an after-party. 

F: (Singing) Ain't no party like a West Coast party

Emma: Cuz a West Coast party just stopped. 

F: Or I can show you my killer moves whenever you want 

Emma: Okay now you're just showing off. You seem a lot more... cheerful today. 

F: And you seem a lot more upset, why is that Emma Woodhouse? 

Emma: I've been so busy with the opening that I neglected Annie's party. 

F: You were focused on bettering the world through fine foods. It's a noble cause. 

Emma: Celebrating your friend's happiness with her is also a noble cause. 

F: Like you said, it was the Lavvaa's peoples fault, not yours. A completely out of your control situation. Roll with the punches, that's what I always say. 

Emma: So, you dodged my question earlier, what's the cause for all this merriment? 

F: Being in your presence puts me in a good mood, Emma Woodhouse. You've always had that effect on me. 

Emma: (Laughs) 

A: Emma? 

Emma: Alex! Come join us! Frank just came to talk about... what did you come to talk about again? 

F: Hip-hop. 

Emma: Ah yes, hip-hop. 

A: That sounds very productive. This is for you, they're Maddy's latest preserves for the gift bags. 

Emma: Oh, yes of course.

A: Jane had to leave but she asked me to give you those as a thank you, the rest of the boxes are already at the restaurant. 

Emma: Don't you mean Boxx's 

A: Nope. 

F: Are you sure you don't want to join us? 

A: As much as talking about hip-hop with you two seems fascinating, I have work to do. Good to see you, Frank.  

F: Likewise, Alex. It's so sad when people put their jobs above anything else. 

Emma: Says the guy who missed his brother's wedding for work. 

F: A lesson that I since learned. And that's why we need to have a lot of fun at the party. Do you have a date? 

Emma: No I don't, I'll be too busy handling everything. 

F: Then find me a nice date for the evening. 

Emma: Are you officially inquiring about my matchmaking services? 

F: Find me someone that you can trust to make my night worthwhile. 

Emma: Okay, challenge accepted, any parameters? 

F: She must be very lively, and have clear eyes. I care for nothing else. 

Emma: So basically, anyone.

F: I trust your instincts. Do you have a candidate in mind?

Emma: I have some ideas.

F: Excellent. Then I'll have a wonderful time.

Emma: And we will eat exotic preserves!

F: So...Jane is insisting on using Maddy's jams for the gift bags.

Emma: Yes. She says they're on point with the restaurant's intentions and they're budget-conscious.

F: So rational. I don't think I've had the pleasure of tasting Maddy's jams.

Emma: You haven't? Cactus, date and cantaloupe. It's a shame she didn't send over any Pajavanip.

F: A terrible shame.

Emma: Try it!

F: Cactusdatealoupe? No thanks.

Emma: Oh come on Frank Churchill, I thought you were an adventurous man. Try it.

F: Okay.

Emma: (laughter)

F: Oh! God, that is terrible. I love Miss Bates but that may be the worst thing that ever touched my taste buds.

Emma: You should have tried Pajavanip.

F: Are you seriously going to have those at Boxx?

Emma: Oh, please, Frank. They're not that bad.

F: No, they're worse.

Emma: We'll just bury them at the bottom of the bags.

F: Emma, don't let your personal connections blind you into making bad business decisions. Promise me you're not going to let your guests anywhere near those jams.

Emma: Oh, but Jane insist-

F: Jane isn't on the company letterhead.

Emma: No, she's not.

F: Remind me, what is the name of your company again?

Emma: Emma Approved.

F: So then above all else this event is supposed to be..

Emma: Emma Approved.

F: Your telling me that this jam right here, Cactusdatealoupe, is Emma Approved?

Emma: No, it's not!

F: There you go! Now, let's give them a night to remember.