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Madam.

Sir.

The garden looks lovely.

It all seems so different.

Two weeks abroad and everything looks new.

I can't believe we have four extra suitcases.

It's happiness, darling.

I'm the happiest woman in the world.

What about the tradition?

Ring the bell.

- Tired already? - Ring it!

- Too many pizzas in Rome. - Well really!

Welcome home.

- Hello. - Hello.

Nice stay in Rome?

Wonderful.

Will this far do?

- Surprise! - Surprise!

Surprise!

What's this?

- Hello, Gerardo. - You look gorgeous, Patricia.

- Hello, dear. - Hello, Gloria.

- Daddy! - My little girl.

Hello, Gloria.

I'll miss Rome, but I'm glad to see you.

How is Lourditas?

She's in San Sebastián with her mother,

getting bigger all the time.

Take a look.

She's so cute.

Just like Bárbara.

Don't forget the father!

How are things here?

Fine, fine.

Yes, we've been preparing the house

for our new guest. Hope you like it.

Thank you so much.

By the way,

we bought you souvenirs.

How about dinner tonight?

Fine. I'll organise it.

May I do it?

It was my idea after all, I don't want to be

a nuisance.

Yes, let her organise it.

All right, as you wish.

And how are you, Alberto? Miss the stores?

Yes.

Got it?

She nearly caught us.

Did you get it?

Here it is.

We'll buy another one tomorrow morning.

I'll go. We can't risk it for a bit of thread.

Sorry, girls, it was my fault.

Your boyfriend is distracting you.

He's not my boyfriend.

Introduce him to us.

No.

Pay attention. Tomorrow we deliver these three dresses to Doña Aurorita.

That woman should give us a medal.

She forgave me for standing up a client.

- Almost done. - Is it?

- Ana? - Lucifer!

Coming, Doña Blanca! Hide behind this.

Hide it.

Why are you hiding? It's your room.

Oh, right.

Everything OK?

What took you?

We were dressing.

I'm glad you're ready.

You need to go up to the store.

- Why? - Don Alberto is back from his honeymoon.

Are you OK?

Yes, I think so.

- When I heard his name-- - What name?

Rita.

You need more than two weeks to forget him.

I don't know how I'll react.

Nothing is going to happen. When you see him...

he might be fat or losing his hair.

Men let themselves go.

- My dad was so handsome-- - Rita.

- But I mean it. - Let's drop the subject.

The soon it's over, the better.

I'll wear this to the dinner party.

Didn't it need some altering?

Of course.

I can go to the store with you and be by your side.

Ana can do it.

Fine.

Tell your brother you're coming with me.

Right away.

What are you doing here?

I was tired of waiting.

They might see us.

They might come in.

They might hear us.

That's going to be hard to avoid.

- Did you hear about the stolen material? - What do you mean?

The needles we're going to steal!

Where else do we get 13 pins for Saint Anthony's Feast?

You really had me...

Stealing from the workshop isn't right.

It just isn't right.

You're so obvious, Rita.

I completely forgot about Saint Anthony's Feast.

We have to go, maybe we'll get boyfriends.

You already have two suitors.

Some boyfriends! Haven't heard from one for days.

Thank you.

"Guten Moren".

"Guten Mornen".

"Guten Morne".

What a disaster, can't even say "good morning" in German.

Don't worry, we've all been there.

- It's guten Morgen. - Are you Spanish?

What a relief. I thought I'd spend the whole journey

without saying a word.

Not that big a coincidence, Germany is full of us.

Spaniards all over the place.

The problem is that everyone

is looking for work. I work at Velvet Fashion Stores.

You know them? Fine.

Sorry if I'm talking a lot. I'm a bit nervous and excited.

Is that your seat?

I'm going to Madrid because I'm in love with the woman of my dreams.

Her name is Rita Montesinos.

Bright blue eyes, pearly white teeth, a fantastic dancer.

They say she looks like her aunt.

I really love her.

Actually, I've loved her since...

I can't remember, but it's been a while.

I'll tell you how it happened.

I was five years old.

I mean...

he's more Rosa Mari's boyfriend.

And Adolfo is just fresh.

Always trying to snog me.

Is he a good kisser?

I always have to keep my eye on him.

- Good morning, ladies. - Hello.

- May I have a word, Ana? - Of course.

Tell me the truth. Are you going to be OK?

Yes. A fortnight has gone by and...

a lot of things have happened to me.

For once, good things.

I'm glad. Life usually offers us...

well, every now and again,

the chance to be happy again.

But only occasionally. So, learn to make the most of it.

- Don Alberto will be here shortly. - Fine.

Doña Blanca.

- Doña Cristina's bouquet. - Thank you.

They suit you. Shame they're not yours.

Lately you seem very cheery.

Why the change?

You must agree that after all we've been through recently,

that fact the store is still open

and Don Rafael's son has married and is in charge,

is worth a little celebration, don't you think?

Your attention, please.

Form to rows facing the entrance.

Store personnel to the right.

Girls from the workshop to the left.

- That's it, just like that. - Here they come!

- Don Alberto. - Emilio.

- Madam. - Hello.

I'd like to welcome you on behalf of all of us who work here.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

This marks a new era for both yourselves and the store.

We sincerely hope it will be a brilliant

and superb beginning

both for your lives as well as for the history of the store.

- Very kind of you. - Thanks.

We didn't expect this warm welcome.

I would have come back earlier.

What? Absolutely not!

Emilio is right.

This is a new era for Velvet.

On behalf of my wife and I,

thank you.

Sounds like they've arrived.

Know what it means?

I won't have to pretend I'm dating Ana.

Sure, how could I forget?

Are you ready to come out from hiding,

"Clara with a lot of experience"?

I'd be delighted if I weren't going to be Clara the Bulge.

You still didn't get your...?

- My period? No. - It's ridiculous.

No, it's very serious. Pretend it's not happening,

but it really is.

You're anxious, that's why it's late.

You're late, that makes you anxious. Please just try and relax.

- Now you're a doctor. - I don't want...

Here they are. Don't panic.

- The happy couple! - Welcome.

- How are you, Mateo? - I'm fine. Happy?

Yes. And glad to be here again.

- You look ravishing. - Thank you, Mateo.

- How was Rome? -Bella, bellissima.

Just like you.

Take Ana there.

About that--

- Why not show me Raúl's sketches? - About that--

If you're going to talk about work, I'll leave you to it.

Clara.

Have someone fetch my dress.

- Yes. - Thanks. Ciao!

Fancy a drink?

- No. - Here, you're going to need it.

What's up?

We've had some problems.

We didn't want to ruin your trip, De la Riva didn't sign.

- What? - He just disappeared somewhere.

He wasn't at the party. Any clues?

De la Riva?

Talking about De la Riva.

Yes, we were talking about him.

He's a disgrace. He just accepted

working for free, then probably got a better offer.

He sold us down the river.

I don't think so, Enrique.

This was his chance to relaunch his career.

He almost ruined us with his collection,

so let's just forget him.

Almost did us a favour.

Why didn't somebody let me know about this?

This is important.

I'd never hear the end of it from my sister.

No, thank you. Let's move on.

What are you doing?

Your job, I guess. Looking for a new designer.

No, I mean sitting at my desk.

I had to find somewhere for my office.

No need to look at me like that. You have the boardroom.

I think you've made a mistake. I'm the manager.

And I'm the owner.

Do I need to remind you who the main shareholder is?

There are... seven floors plus the basement.

You can move in wherever you want.

Listen...

- You're just back from your honeymoon. - This is not right.

- Yes, Clara? - Someone to see you.

British punctuality.

Show him in.

You heard: calm down. We have company.

Don Enrique.

Hello.

Although we don't have a big workload, you're not here to rest.

Remember, ladies, you're paid to work.

Carry on with your orders.

Doña Blanca.

Any news about Mr. De la Riva?

Not since Don Alberto's wedding.

I doubt that we'll be hearing from him again.

He vanishes over night and it's like nothing happened.

Oh, looks like you have a visitor.

Afternoon, blondie. Got a lot of work?

- Why are you here? - My job.

I work in Maintenance now.

If Doña Blanca sees you, you've had it. Off you go.

Back to the warehouse.

Going to the dance?

- I don't know. - Yes, she is.

See you there. Remember, you owe me a dance.

Gorgeous.

Hi.

No need to try it on, is there?

Just take up the hem a bit. It's not much,

but I need it for tonight.

It's the first dinner with his family. I want it to be perfect.

- All right? - No problem.

Thanks. Ana.

Look...

A souvenir from Rome. I remembered you.

- Thank you. - Do you like it?

Put it on.

- If I'm working-- - Put it on, silly.

Let me.

So your colleagues can see it. Pretty, isn't it?

Very pretty. Thanks.

I wanted... to apologise

for what happened on my wedding day.

I was very rude.

I was nervous and I made you pay for it.

It's all right.

Thanks.

I was a bag of nerves and now it's all over.

The honeymoon was wonderful and now we're here again.

I wanted to invite you and Mateo to dinner at Alberto's house.

I meant "my" house. Sounds so strange.

You didn't hear?

We broke up.

Oh, that's terrible.

You made a lovely couple.

What happened?

It just ended. If you don't mind, I'd rather

not talk about it.

- Thanks for the bracelet, I have to go. - Of course.

Darling...

Thanks, Clara. We have a meeting.

Sorry, sorry. I'll pick up the dress this afternoon.

- Fine. - Hang on.

Did you know that Ana and Mateo split up?

This isn't the time.

We have to do something.

- Bye, Clara. - Bye.

Sorry.

As I was saying,

thanks to Carlos here,

the store will take off again.

Not because he's a pilot,

but because he has close ties to Mr. Jaime Ortega.

The owner of Airsa Airlines.

Over to you.

Our companies are in a similar position.

They need modernising.

Give a new, contemporary image.

And that is exactly where

both our paths will meet.

Thanks to Carlos, Velvet Fashion Stores

will have the honour of designing the airline's uniforms.

- Incredible. - Don't look at me.

I had no idea.

Carlos... Your name was Carlos, right?

Thanks for your interest,

but there has been a mistake.

- Alberto-- - There has been a mistake.

We only design high fashion here.

I think it's best if I leave you alone.

No, stay. Don't get the wrong idea.

Thank you for your interest,

but it's no.

You don't get it. We already agreed to it.

Sorry?

- I should leave. - I'll see you out.

Thanks, Carlos.

Let that be the last time

you show me up like that.

Especially with millions at stake.

This store is about glamour,

exclusiveness, high fashion. It took my father 30 years.

Your father left us a big debt, too.

These people are going to solve it.

The problems you couldn't solve with De la Riva.

I have a collection to get out, I'm not wasting time

with air hostesses.

Don't worry.

I'll be in charge.

You deal with the airline.

Are you mad?

I'm not going to argue.

With my votes, Gloria's and Patricia's,

I'm in charge.

I'm giving you a chance.

I wouldn't miss it if I were you.

Clara.

Call Gloria and my sister.

Drop everything and find De la Riva.

Where do I find him?

Hotels in Madrid and Paris.

- Which first? - I don't care.

- But find him. - OK.

Call his family, too.

They may not be very fond of him, but they may know where he is.

Thanks.

The telephone directories.

What happened?

I told you to keep an eye on him.

And I did.

You did? Explain it to me.

Explain it to me because everything is upside down!

He's the major shareholder. He does what he wants.

He doesn't need to ask me.

Know what? He might be right.

- Really? - Yes.

It could solve all our problems.

You wanted other areas--

Areas related to exclusiveness, glamour

and high fashion. Do you not get it?

Shall I explain it?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

My mind is elsewhere.

Forget your affairs, this is more important.

Clara might be pregnant.

Going to the dance tonight?

- Clara! - I don't know, what dance?

What do you mean? You've been to all of them.

Something is up.

No, I'm tired and I don't feel like it.

It's me, you know. Try a bit harder.

You usually lie much better.

Don't tell a soul.

I don't believe it.

Nor do I. Picture me a dad?

Good Lord!

Yes, I know.

Mateo has to take the consequences.

- What? - You said the same to me.

It's not the same.

Do you love her?

I think he loves me.

A dad, Mateo.

They say being a mother is the best thing in life.

The best experience ever.

You put on weight, your body gets deformed.

As a son, I was a brat.

Get ready, we retain a lot of liquid. Just wait and see your ankles.

- Kids and me-- - It's your kid.

It's a love child.

- Forget the inheritance. - Why?

You have to get married.

I don't want to marry.

- I don't want to. - Ask her.

She's expecting it.

Well, well...

Doña Blanca.

What is it?

A customer asking for Ana.

What shall I tell him?

A new customer?

Doesn't ring a bell.

Ana, Luisa, come with me.

Let me know what it is.

- Hello. - Hello.

Let me introduce myself. Mr. Álvarez.

Which one is Ana?

She is. And I'm Blanca Soto.

- Manageress. - Delighted.

I heard wonderful reports about your employee.

Well, there's a slight problem.

We don't make men's clothes.

No, it's for my girlfriend.

In that case, I'll leave you with Ana and Luisa.

Very kind of you, Doña Blanca.

Nice to meet you.

- Ana. - How may I help?

Her measurements?

Well, she's...

rather plump.

Yes, quite fat.

But she's a lovely fatty.

Not much help, is it?

Men aren't very good when it comes to measurements.

- How tall is she? - Height...

Yes, she's quite short.

How tall are you?

- Me? - Yes.

- Five... - Could you turn around?

Of course.

No.

She's about four foot five.

Four nine at the most.

I think we get the idea.

If you say so.

Fetch the catalogues. He might find something he likes.

Sure.

My girlfriend is shy.

She's very short

and very reserved.

She's as overweight as she's mysterious.

I'm yearning to find out.

- But you and I are just-- - Friends, I know.

It's fine.

I'll always be here,

handcuffed in this changing room.

I don't plan to leave.

Here they are.

No need for them, Luisa.

- Mr... - Álvarez.

...Álvarez will bring us his pretend girlfriend's dress.

- Fine. I'll fetch it straight away. - Excuse me?

I can fetch it from Ana's room.

I'm not stupid. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet her friends.

She's a tough one.

- Are you coming to the dance? - Luisa.

With his pretend girlfriend.

- He can't. - Dance?

St. Anthony Dance, a girl's thing. Maybe another time.

Fair enough. If she doesn't want me there...

- Pleasure to meet you. - Likewise.

- Why did you invite him? - Why didn't you introduce him?

He's so... so...

Shush! Come on, let's go.

What are you like!

Know who I just met?

The pilot? Ana's boyfriend.

- He's not. - What?

How can you say that? He's a real dreamboat.

He could drop each of us off in his plane.

Don't exaggerate!

Does he have any brothers?

Isabel.

Do want a drink? Excuse me.

A soda, please.

Such a gent.

I got completely lost in the metro.

Got out two stops early and walked here.

Madrid has really changed.

I'd take forever to get used to it.

Seen all the cars?

Why am I telling you this? You live in the centre.

I don't need an alarm clock.

He's back from his honeymoon.

- When? - This morning.

- Is he happy? - Seems to be.

- Really? - Yes.

What's your plan?

It's time to visit my son at the store.

No, what?

What's so funny?

I was going to say I'll go with you

to see the store.

Isabel.

You're the bravest, most stubborn woman I've ever met.

It's pointless to try and stop you,

so I'd rather side with you.

In that case...

take me shopping there.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

This is it. This is my life, I mean.

The Velvet Stores are my life.

- For Rafael it was a dream-- - I had dreams too.

But he left me on the island for another woman

and took my son.

- I can't say-- - Sorry, Don Emilio.

Tonight is the dance and we wondering if we could get back

a little later.

Yes, I'll probably lock the door

an hour later, all right?

- Is St. Anthony today? - That's right.

- The patron saint of-- - I've been a seamstress all my life.

That tradition with pins never worked for me.

- Afternoon. - Afternoon.

Going up?

Yes.

Goodbye.

We sell glamour, exclusiveness, high fashion.

Not work wear.

What next? End of season sales?

I understand your concern. It's commendable.

- Fine, so we all agree? - No.

Too much money at stake. It would be a mistake.

One too many.

You work in the store.

You know our customers, how this works.

Alberto is right.

- It's the least of our problems. - No.

Uniforms for air hostesses, not cleaning ladies.

Remember Dad's dream.

Enrique can't take charge.

May I remind you that you gave that power to his father.

An utterly reckless move I might add.

What do you think, Patricia?

You're right.

He shouldn't make these decisions.

Alberto is the manager.

Don Enrique.

May I have a word?

Of course.

Alberto told me about your plans.

How nice of him.

What is your game?

Velvet shouldn't make the uniforms.

Try this one.

I thought that you were smarter.

The uniforms are not relevant at all.

That's not the real point. The point is:

who will manage this store and how.

How have you been treated?

I'm relying on you.

For everything.

You have a very keen eye for fashion.

Something that I don't.

I'll take this one.

If you back my project,

I'll give you something nobody has.

The chance to help design the collection.

I'm a shop assistant.

There you go.

With me, you'll be whatever you want.

What do you say?

Start by looking me in the eye.

My eyes are up here.

Think it over.

Are you all OK?

Are you all right, Isabel?

I thought it would be easier,

but when he was close by...

It isn't an easy step to take.

Take your time.

I go back to Cuba in a few days.

He seems such a good person.

Do I have the right to change his life?

Don't think about that now. Take your time.

Why not come to the dance?

It's been a tough day. A dance would do you good... even two.

I wouldn't be good company.

You're always the very best company.

Weren't you always the life and soul of the party?

I split up with Clara in the end. Not because of Rita.

Clara is all woman.

But when you're with such a lovely, pretty woman

it makes you feel so small, so reserved, so quiet.

I'm normally very reserved, so just imagine.

- You don't say? - Yes.

- Next stop Hendaye. - Still a while to go.

Fancy some sausage sandwich?

No, I get out here.

What a shame. We were having a good chat

about Clara and Rita. I had a great time.

Nice to meet you. Your name was?

- I didn't tell you my name. - Didn't you?

I'll see you to the door if you want.

- Morning. - Spanish? How fantastic!

I'm so pleased... I'll put this up here for you.

Sit yourself down right here next to me.

Pedro Infantes.

No, I wanted to know if De la Riva is there.

De la Riva, however you say it. No, please don't hang up!

What a mess.

- I have to call again. - Hang on a second.

Take a break and look at this.

Choose a dress.

BRIDAL GOWNS

What do you mean?

You have to get married.

Mum will have an absolute fit

and Dad will grab a rifle and hunt him down.

This isn't the time or place.

Don't wait until you've got a big...

You're too vain for that.

I'll look like an elephant dressed in white.

You're confusing me! I won't get married!

Right now it's what I least want to do.

The child's father...

Ladies.

What a surprise to find you here.

I came to give my sister something.

Clara's my sister, you know.

I was aware of that. Anything important?

- No. - Yes.

Not now, but maybe later on. I was just going, Mateo.

I mean, Don Mateo.

Going out?

In case someone phones asking for you.

Yes, I have something to see to.

I'll be right back.

- I'll see to this. - Thanks.

- Could you help me a minute? - Of course, Don Mateo.

Look, I...

Don Emilio was looking for you, Ignacio.

May I help you, Mr. Ruiz?

Certainly, but I don't want him to lose his commission.

He can have it. We workmates stick together.

How can I help?

All right...

Er...

It's a favour for a friend of mine. Doesn't have much taste.

Wants to get engaged to his...

- Girlfriend? - Yes.

Yes, that's right.

That was brave of him

knowing what your taste is like.

Depends what for, doesn't it?

- What about this one? - Yes, perfect.

Maybe the engagement isn't really serious

- and it's expensive. - "Love is priceless", he said.

This one.

Gosh.

- Your friend is unique. - Believe me, he is.

Almost extinct.

There you go.

Mateo.

Wish him luck. I think his fiancée will need it.

Patricia.

You do returns?

As soon as we're done, get ready. No arriving late.

All right.

Going to the dance?

Of course. I'll dance with all of you.

When you finish your work.

Even if there is a dance,

you must organise the orders.

- That is part of your job. - Doña Blanca,

can't he do it some other time?

It doesn't matter. I'll do as you say.

That dance will have to wait.

I'm sorry.

She's got it in for me.

She'll get over it.

I hope so.

- This came for you. - For me?

Looks like it's from a high-flyer I know!

Delivery by car or plane?

Don't you start!

- What is it? - Let's see.

- Rolled wafers. - Delicious.

Don't keep us on tenterhooks.

"If you change your mind, we can have them together tonight."

And his phone number.

Handsome, sweet. He's got it all.

Ask him to come.

It's been a while since I saw you look that way.

It's true, he is very nice.

It's all such fun with him.

But I don't want to be disappointed again or get my hopes up.

Alberto is still here.

Bit by bit.

The important thing is to make that move.

I want you to take a look at this.

- The old airline uniforms-- - No need, your plan won't work.

Won't it?

My sister won't back it.

Next time, think about the other shareholders.

Clara, tell Miss Márquez to come up, please.

Payment for the first year?

The first month.

This is not a question of money. She knows how the business works.

Why not let her talk?

She's a big girl.

Alberto, he's right.

At first I thought the uniforms

would damage our image.

What would damage us

- is financial ruin. - That's not true.

If the next collection fails? We'll never recover.

What about our dignity?

That doesn't mean ruining Dad's business.

Or betray his legacy.

There you have it.

I'm sorry, Alberto. I'm sorry.

Who was it?

No one. It just rang three times,

then they hung up.

Hi.

Hi.

You haven't phoned for so long

that I didn't even think it was for me.

Sorry, I had no one else I could call.

I'm completely alone.

What is it?

Now Enrique does as he pleases. I didn't get this far

for him to take our business away.

- What will you do? - Refuse.

- You can't. - I'm the manager.

They own it all.

Don't be like a stubborn kid. Open your eyes.

All he really wants to do is humiliate me.

Hence the uniforms.

That's the least important thing here.

Enrique wants an excuse to get rid of you.

If you refuse, he will.

Don't make it so easy for him.

Just do the uniforms.

It's not a big deal.

He doesn't know, but you've made bigger sacrifices.

Look at it from another perspective.

Take charge, show everyone you saved the store.

- They're uniforms. - No.

They're like suits

for stunning women who work surrounded by...

Rich men.

Those planes could become the perfect showcase for these stores.

Go to it.

What are you waiting for? It'll all be fine.

Thanks, Ana.

Grab the airline reports and come with me.

- What is it? - Tell Emilio I want to see him.

Right away.

Thank you for coming, Don Emilio.

May I have a word with all of you?

Of course. Stop what you're doing, ladies.

Thank you.

These are hard times.

Things are changing in the world out there.

So, we're opening up to new markets.

You're all familiar with Airsa.

They've chosen us to design their new uniforms.

Ana.

One each.

You may be thinking that it's just work wear.

OK.

Each of us will have the job of convincing everyone

that those air hostesses are the best reflection of our talent.

And those planes

are the perfect showcase for us.

We'll be hiring several designers.

Some for the collection,

and others in charge of the uniforms.

We'll divide the workshop. Doña Blanca.

Please set up the groups.

If necessary, we'll hire a new manageress here.

So, ladies,

this will be tough, but it'll be worth it.

Over to you.

There will be a lot of hard work. Two collections

and twice the effort.

Not a word.

I've brought the doctor to see you.

Are you mad or what? Want everyone to know?

Take it easy.

You're terrible, Rita. How disgusting.

I've been hiding it.

This is scientific, Clara.

The frog will tell us. Guaranteed.

How does it work?

How would I know? With urine, I think.

- Do I wee on it? - Look who's crude now.

Tell me what to do.

Maybe it needs a drink. If it dies, I might be pregnant.

Or the other way around.

Here, take it. I'm not doing it.

Sometimes you have to do what you have to do.

I'll go and see a doctor. And give that thing back.

Looks like Aunt Angustias.

If she heard you...

- Catch you later. - Where are you going?

To do something I should have done

rather than wait for my dreams to come true.

Now that sounds like my sister.

Hello.

Hello, gorgeous.

You can put him back where he belongs.

- Done? - Yes.

- I spent my lunch break at the river-- - Yes!

- "Yes" what? - I mean...

we can go to the dance if you want.

If I want? See you there.

Blondie, no need to look any prettier.

I'm dying to get to Madrid and see Rita.

I had a great time in Germany, I love them both.

It's another kind of love, but if I'm honest,

Rita was always on my mind...

I don't believe it.

He's fallen asleep? How rude of him.

I'm pouring out my heart.

Won't be long now. Can't they go faster?

What's up? No, I don't believe it.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have engine trouble.

We don't know how long for.

This isn't possible! I need to get to Madrid and see Rita!

Where are we?

Near Villalba.

What are you doing, sir?

I can't just sit here. I need to tell her I love her.

What are you doing?

I have to get to Madrid. Please open the door.

You plan to walk?

I can't sit here waiting. Open it or I will.

Thanks, Rosa.

- Any news? - Not about De la Riva.

No, I meant the other thing.

What do you think?

I'm seeing the doctor tomorrow. Will you come with me?

It's just nerves, as soon as you relax...

And if I can't? Nine months like this?

So, will you come with me?

If that means you don't dare or I'm in this alone--

No, no, no...

No.

We're in this together.

The thing is, I...

I find this...

It's nerves, as soon as you relax...

When is the appointment?

Back again, Mrs. Márquez?

"Mrs. Márquez"?

I like how it sounds.

I came to pick up a dress, but I wanted to see my husband too.

Could you tell your niece to fetch if for me?

- Naturally. - Thank you.

Mateo was with Clara?

- Yes. - No.

With your secretary.

I'm not surprised Ana refuses to talk about it.

Your little friend is the limit.

Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt,

- but Clara isn't here. - Right, she isn't.

We know.

Come on in.

- Here you are. - Thanks.

Thank you.

I have to go.

Don't even think about it.

Ana!

Ana!

- Cristina. - No...

There is something you should know.

Mateo and Clara are together.

Sorry you had to find out this way, but it's better

than seeing them like I just did.

I already knew.

So it's what I thought. That rat left you for Clara?

It wasn't actually like that.

What are you all doing here?

You tell us.

Otherwise, I won't understand your lack of decency with your ex...

- and a "friend". - Shush, Cristina.

No, I won't, Ana...

is my friend and deserves respect.

- Let me explain. - I'm all ears.

I'm keen to hear from a man who has no idea about the meaning

of commitment, respect, decency--

It was me.

- I left him. - Well, it was mutual.

I met someone else.

The spark was gone.

- I don't know what to say. - You don't need to.

It's my private life.

People fall in love, break up, and move on.

- I'm so sorry, Mateo. - Forget it.

- Sorry. - Clara.

It's all right.

I'm really sorry.

Sorry...

Ana, sorry about that.

Don't worry. It was worse for Mateo and Clara.

Just as well you improvised.

I didn't improvise. I've started seeing someone else.

Well, I guess it'll makes things easier.

I'm sure it will.

I have to go.

Carlos? Hi, it's Ana.

Yes, I got them. Thank you very much.

I wanted to ask you...

Are you going to the dance?

Yes.

Coming to the pub?

Of course not, you're a married man. What a thrilling life.

Not like me, going from one to another. Ana, Clara--

Ana is seeing another man.

That was the look on my face, too.

Are you all right?

Velvet Fashion Stores. Raúl!

What happened? Where are you?

Hello, Alberto.

Hello, darling.

Hurry up and get changed. They'll be here any minute.

- What is it? - I spoke to Raúl.

Another of your brother's dirty tricks.

No, don't be so unfair. Enrique had nothing to do with it.

Raúl let the plagiarism thing

drag on for too long...

How did you know about that?

Don't be angry, Alberto.

Raúl told me about it. He came to talk to me.

I suggested it was best he went to Paris to sort it out.

Best for who?

- Alberto-- - How long have you known?

- When did he tell you? - Our wedding day.

Our wedding day?

You've hidden it from me for two weeks?

- You've lied to my face? - No... Alberto, I...

See to your guests.

Good evening.

Don Emilio, allow me to say you look very dapper.

I'm surprised you're not dressed up. Why are you here?

- These are the last-- - I know, but why now?

Doña Blanca wanted them for tomorrow morning.

Duty calls. Have a drink for me.

- Goodbye, Maximiliano. - Goodbye.

I see you're not in a party mood.

Maybe some other year.

I don't know why,

but I seem to remember that it's the lad's first dance.

If he does his job properly, maybe next year.

I know you keep a close rein on him,

but you'd be surprised to see how much an employee can work

if you just loosen the reins a bit.

Try it out. Now and again.

I'll have a word with him.

Ana!

No way...

We have to dress properly.

- Rita. - Shush!

You put me off the idea last year.

I want to see it on when I get back... chulapa.

Look, she's not in mourning dress.

Luisa.

You look beautiful.

Sorry about the delay.

I know,

but mourning dress won't bring back Juan.

What will people say?

Who cares? They should mind their own business.

- Exactly, you look stunning. - You do too.

If we're all here, let's get going.

- Got the pins? - Yes.

- Still believe in that? - Don't you?

No.

Last year they stuck to your hand, but no boyfriend.

I didn't want one.

This year will be very different for all of us.

- Right. - Let's go.

It's so full.

- I want fritters. - You have cravings.

Let's go to the font and see how many boyfriends we get.

I'm so nervous. This is intriguing.

Lots of single girls here.

Look how many pins.

- Shall we throw ours in? - Let's see.

What if they all stick to my hand?

Relax, blondie. You don't need miracles.

I'm here if you need a boyfriend. Ladies.

Sir.

- Who goes first? - You.

- Me? - Yes.

- Six! - Six this year? That's impossible.

I think St. Anthony got a bit confused.

My turn, isn't it?

Two.

Now it's my turn.

You came, Carlos.

I want to see how many girlfriends I'll have this year.

- Four possible candidates right now. - Excuse me?

I meant three. My apologies.

This is Carlos. You already know Luisa.

Rita, Clara, and Adolfo, Rita's friend.

Adolfo, Rita's friend, I'm Carlos, Ana's friend!

Evening, Mateo.

A whisky, please.

Why are you here?

One night after your honeymoon and you're missing me?

Cristina knew everything.

- What do you mean? - Everything.

In fact, she suggested Raúl went to Paris.

He told her about the court case, she advised him to sort it out.

- Sometimes she's too much-- - Know what bothers me?

The fact that she said nothing.

- I couldn't put on a show. - Me neither.

I'm taking your advice.

I'm asking Clara to marry me.

I bought a ring. Want to see it?

Do you like it?

Are you sure?

Go find her.

Give it to her.

I'm glad for you.

Good luck.

When do you fly again?

- Next week. - I'm just so jealous.

The Egyptian pyramids, Iguazú. My favourite city: New York.

I loved gangster films. I used to say to my mum:

"I want to go to the Big Apple."

She'd say, "It's far away, you'll have to become a pilot."

Now whenever I go to the market with her she embarrasses me.

It's normal, she's proud. If I could--

What do you mean "if I could"? You can do it!

You're still young.

- Your dreams? - I don't know.

That's not an answer.

OK, here's the plan.

If you don't step on me,

- I'll tell you. - Done.

Let's dance.

"Guten Mognen"!

Pedro. What did you say?

It means "good morning". It's all I learnt in German.

How did it go?

It was great, really great. Manolito is brilliant and...

- Looks like someone took my job. - You can have it.

Tomorrow. So where is everyone, then?

At St. Anthony's Dance.

Oh, it's today. Shall we go, then?

No, I'm an errand boy. Ring a bell?

Absolutely no idea. Do you know if Rita is there?

- Yes... - Oh, Rita.

Will you put this in the room? Max, you're a...

you're a really good friend. Enjoy the errands!

Yes, she went, but she's with...

Pedro...

- Don Emilio? - Pedro!

The world upside down. You at a dance!

I see you're the same as ever.

- Yes. - And how is your son, Pedro?

Are you all right? It might seem humanly impossible,

but you seem more nervous than when you left.

I'm going to tell Rita.

I can't wait anymore.

She was over there.

- Really? - Yes.

- Wish me luck. - Good luck.

Thank you, Don Emilio.

Good luck.

Well honestly...

You're still looking good.

No, the years don't go by in vain.

Let me put this buttonhole here.

Now that looks perfect.

Shall we go?

- No dances like this in Havana. - No...

- I missed them. - But we still had fun.

- Take a seat. - That's true.

- Do you remember? - Remember what?

That day we worked until really late.

There were fiestas on the island.

That night we went to the beach in Varadero.

- The next morning-- - The manager punished you

by making you do overtime for weeks and weeks.

We watched the sunrise in Varadero.

It was the most beautiful I've ever seen.

Yes, I imagine

it must have been beautiful.

But it wasn't with me.

You were with Rafael.

Not all your memories of him are bad.

No.

No, they're not.

Lord, I love this music. Let's dance.

- Dance? - Are you still such a bad dancer?

Let's go, let's go.

I was thinking about...

everything that happened this afternoon.

- You must help me. - Now listen to me--

You owe it to me.

Just give me his address.

- Fancy a drink? - We need to build up our strength.

I'll fetch it for you, gorgeous.

He wants to dance all the time. I'm worn out.

I think the fritters didn't agree with me.

- Want me to come with you? - No.

You go and enjoy yourself.

You're here!

Longest trip ever.

- How was it? - Manolito and Rosa Mari are fine.

And the two of you?

She's a wonderful woman.

A wonderful woman?

I can't wait anymore, I have to...

- tell you-- - Hey.

Isn't it the wim... Pedro?

Pedro. Remember Adolfo?

Yes, how could I forget?

I didn't mean to interrupt. I have to call Rosa Mari.

Hi to Manolito.

All right.

Have fun.

Never seen you get home this early.

- I feel a bit poorly. - Get some rest.

Good night.

You have my permission to go to the dance.

Thank you.

I'm going to bed. Good night.

- Everyone gone? - Just you and me here.

Want to go to the dance?

And miss the best moment of the day? No.

What are you doing there like a dummy?

We need to talk, Clara.

- I have to tell you something too. - OK, but take a seat.

Let me get this out of the way first.

- Mateo-- - Just a minute.

I think you'll like this.

Clara Montesinos...

I doubt your news is going to be better than mine.

I bet you what you like it isn't, but anyway...

- Clara Montesinos... - I'm not pregnant.

Really?

- You mean it? - Yes.

So there I was, lost in Peking and without a penny.

Five hours before I met someone who could tell me how to get back.

- Don't you speak languages? - French, English.

My Mandarin is a bit rusty.

I had a great time. Thanks for coming.

That's what friends are for.

Well...

- We can't be friends. - True enough.

They don't hold hands.

Or stroke their hair.

Or kiss either.

It's final: we'll never be friends.

The pilot is so handsome.

- He kissed me. - What?

Adolfo grabbed my bum.

- Pedro? - He doesn't care.

- Are you dating Adolfo? - I don't know.

- Love is hard to define. - Did you say love?

- What? - He's getting married.

Try and understand, we have fun together but...

- That's all. - No misunderstandings.

Sketches in two weeks.

- How about two days? - Impossible.

- Otherwise the agreement is at risk. - As you know,

we're starting a new project with Airsa.

Each of you will submit a design.

Why didn't you submit any of your designs?

With you, it's too risky.

- Your relationship? - Everything!

I want you by my side, Cristina. Whatever decisions I make.

- I will be. - Even if I go against your family?

- You're my family. - Mateo.

Why not go to your place?

She wants to go to my place.

- Then that means-- - I know!

You're a swine.

Your father left his letter...

"Alberto, your mother is still alive".

- The marriage was a sham. - Hello, Gloria.