Richie Foley, a young boy no older than seven teen sits in his room sketching a picture of a butterfly in his book with incredible details, using a blue butterfly in a mason jar for reference. After he has completed the sketch, he unscrews the cap of the jar and releases the butterfly. The calmness he felt when sketching left when he remembered he had to participate in a wedding rehearsal with a total stranger in one hour. He looked out the window to clear his mind, looking at the town of Dakota and its people. He saw a girl around his age walking around with her head held high as if she were the most important girl in the world. She has on a gray long-sleeve shirt, a pink skirt just a few inches over her knees, and black flats. She turns her attention over to the Foley Mansion off in the distance from the town square, a wicked grin forms on her face. Just watching her made a chill run down Richie's spine. His attention turns to the Town Cryer
Town Cryer: Here ye, here ye, 10 minutes to go
till Foley's wedding rehearsal.
The anxiety rushes back when he sees the limo pull up to the front, being driven by a young boy, about eighteen. His parents then stepped out in formal wear just for this day, smiling brightly
Maggie: It's a beautiful day
Sean: It's a rather nice day
Maggie: A day for a glorious wedding She pulls out a hand fan as Sean places a shawl over her shoulders
Sean: A rehearsal, my dear
To be perfectly clear
Maggie: A rehearsal for a glorious wedding
Sean: Assuming nothing happens
That we don't really know
Glancing down, Maggie notices a puddle where she needs to walk, and looks to Dwayne for assistance. He nods, and pulls out a cloth to place over the puddle so Maggie may cross
Maggie: That nothing unexpected
interferes with the show
Sean/Maggie: And that's why everything
Every last little thing
Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go
Maggie straightens Dwayne's clothes, making sure that everyone is perfect for when they arrive at the Goren's mansion for the rehearsal
Maggie: According to plan
Sean: Our son will be married
Maggie: According to plan
Sean: Our family carried
Sean/Maggie: Elevated to the heights of society
Maggie: To the costume balls
Sean: In the hallowed halls
Maggie: Rubbing elbows with the finest
Sean: Having crumpets with Her Highness
Sean/Maggie: We'll be there, we'll be seen
Having tea with the queen
We'll forget everything
Maggie: That we've ever, ever been
Dwayne helps Maggie into the limousine, then becomes worried as she took a seat and Sean joins her
Maggie: Where is Richie? We might be late if he doesn't show up on time
Hearing that from his bedroom window, Richie straightens his blue jacket, and quickly leaves his room to make his way to the limousine
Across town from the main square, Arthur and Danica Goren see through binoculars that the Foleys are waiting for their son to join them in the limousine so they can make their way to their mansion
Danica: They seem like a lovely family...
It's a terrible day
Arthur: Now, don't be that way
Danica: It's a terrible day for a wedding
Arthur: It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in
Danica: That has led to this ominous wedding
Arthur: How could our family have come to this?
Danica/Arthur: To marry off our daughter
To the nouveau riche
Danica: Then there's the Spaulding girl
Oh, it couldn't be worse
Arthur: Couldn't be worse? I'm afraid I disagree
They could be land-rich,
Bankrupt aristocracy
He opens a safe embedded in the wall, and finds nothing but dust and cobwebs
Without a penny to their name
Just like you and me
Running a finger through the dusty safe, Danica lets out a sigh and calls a maid over to dust the inside
Danica/Arthur: And that's why everything
Every last little thing
Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go
As they leave the room, a butler places a portrait of a Goren ancestor over the vault. They walk down a long hallway, covered with portraits of their ancestors, and make their way to one in particular
Danica: According to plan
Arthur: Our daughter will wed
Danica: According to plan
Arthur: Our family led
Danica/Arthur: From the depths of deepest poverty
Danica: To the noble realm
Arthur: Of our ancestry
Standing by the portrait they seek, a girl of seventeen years, with long brown hair and light brown eyes. Danica places a gentle hand on her daughter's portrait
Danica/Arthur: And who would have guessed
in a million years
That our daughter with a face
Arthur: Of one never in disgrace
Danica/Arthur: Would provide our ticket
To a rightful place
In his bedroom, a maid is helping the young Goren heir get ready for the rehearsal. Her parents are having her wear a red dress over black tights, and black boots. Frieda lets out a sigh and pours her heart out to the maid
Frieda: What if Richie and l don't like each other? I mean, we don't even know each other that well, and-
Before she can reply, a voice is heard from the doorway
Danica: Frieda, sweetie. I'm sure Richie will love you. She places her hands on her shoulders in a tender loving way
Arthur: And remeber dear, it's for the sake of the family.
Frieda sighs in defeat, and nods
Frieda: Okay, guys. She smiles
Richie walks out of the manor and into the limousine, sitting across from her parents as Dwayne drove the Foleys to the Goren mansion
Sean: You've certainly hooked a winner this time, Rich.
Maggie: Now, all you have to do is reel her in.
Richie: l'm already reeling, mom. Shouldn't Frieda be marrying a rich lord or something?
Maggie: Oh, nonsense! We're every bit as good as the Gorens. Who knows? She may just love you back.
Richie: But l've never even spoken to her.
Sean: Well... You have that in common. He tries to lighten the mood, but it doesn't work
Back at the Goren mansion, Arthur and Danica stand at the top of the stairs hand in hand as a butler dusts the rails, they away the arrival of their guests
Danica: Marriage is a partnership, a beautiful bond.
You'd think a lifetime watching us
Might have taught her that
Might have taught her that
Arthur: Everything must be perfect
Arthur/Danica: Everything must be perfect
Everything must be perfect
Around 6:00, the Foleys arrive at the manor, Dwayne wishes Richie luck
Sean/Maggie/Arthur/Danica: Perfect
That's why everything
Every last little thing
Every single, tiny, microscopic little thing
Must go
According to plan