Tip the Caterer? I'm the Heiress's Real Mother!·Episode 3 of 3·1:59
Move, Blair
A widowed caterer crashes a society heiress's 30th birthday to tell her a DNA test says she's her real mother.
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Your mother will try to pay my girl. She tried to pay me.
I'll give this back to your mother myself.
My girl hears it from me. Not with money in her hand.
I found out from a kit. Alone.
She told me to keep you in here.
I'm coming with you.
You don't know my mother.
Not through the party. Not in front of everyone. This way.
She'll be kind to her.
That's how she does it.
What are you going to say to her?
Thirty years I've told her she's got my hands.
She doesn't.
You do.
Kayla.
Stay inside. She hears it from me.
Let go of her.
Come with me. We need to leave.
Why? What's happened?
I took a DNA test.
The birthday girl matched me. Parent and child.
You knew before you brought me here?
Yes. I came to find her.
And you brought me to pour her champagne.
You're my girl.
That hasn't changed.
Then why am I the last one you told?
I'm not leaving with you.