How I woulda done it:
[Zora shows up in the ballroom for the last time. She’s clearly not happy. Evan, who looks just a tad nervous, is already there. In saunters probably the lone voice of reason on this show, Paul the butler.]
Paul: Glad you actually came here, Zora. I had my doubts as to whether you’d actually show up.
[Some conversation about what’s gone on so far, how Evan was living a lie all these times, etc.]
Paul: Now, as you both are well aware, this is the last day of our little adventure. Needless to say, we’re all expecting Zora to reveal her decision.
Zora: Well, it was a really hard decision for me, and I’m still…
Paul: Oh, you needn’t decide just yet. That should wait until you’ve heard my side of the story.
Evan: Uh…okay, go ahead.
Paul: Thank you. Now, I’ve taken a keen interest in your interactions with each of the lovely ladies in this chateau. And I must say, nearly all of them were indistinguishable in many ways. But the one girl…excuse me, woman. Sorry, force of habit. The one woman who really stood out was Zora. Just the way she carried herself, how she always kept her head up, and how she seemed so much nicer than everyone else. Why, if I had to pick someone to start a meaningful relationship with, she’d be a ludicrously easy choice.
[Evan lookin’ a little nervous; he can sense that this could be going somewhere he doesn’t like.]
Paul: Well, Zora, somewhere in that voluminous contract you had to sign to get on this show, you may have noticed a part that explicitly guaranteed that you would meet a real-life millionaire.
Evan: What the…is this true?
Zora: Yes…it was in there…somewhere. It was really long. Actually, I’m not sure if that part was legitimate.
Paul: Oh, it was quite legitimate, trust me. And now, I suppose you’re both wondering, now that Evan’s secret is out, who that real-life millionaire is.
Zora: Yeah, definitely.
Paul: [dramatic pause] You’ve been living with him all this time.
Evan: What the…oh my god, you’re not…
[Some of the producers sweep into the ballroom and hand Paul an impressive-looking check. For a million dollars.]
Producer 1: Congratulations, Paul. Thanks for being such a good sport about all this.
Producer 2: Hey, you deserve this more than anyone. This should help in building that retirement fund, eh?
[The couple is speechless. Gasps of disbelief "Oh my god no"s, etc.]
Paul: Now, Zora, here’s your decision. You can accept Evan’s proposal, knowing the truth about his humble life…among other things. Or, you can start over with me and my newfound wealth. Of course, if you choose me, you might have to compete for my affections with the 19 girls…excuse me, women…who didn’t make it to this point, and probably many others. Although, thankfully, I’m more particular about the female company I keep than the Fox Network is.
[Pause to let it sink in.]
Paul: Evan chose you over Sara. Now you get to choose who you want to be with. And you can take as much time as you want to make that decision.
[Paul casually strolls out of the room, leaving a reeling Evan and Zora behind.]
Producer 1: Okay, that’s it. Time to get packing.
[Switch to a pull-away exterior shot of the chalet.]
Evan (voiceover): Oh…MAN.
THE END
Why couldn’t it have been like this? Why can’t there ever be a reality show where the “winner” isn’t any better off than anyone else? And expose the silliness of these things? What better than Joe Millionaire, which is absolutely silly to begin with?
Disappointment all around…