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-Are you pregnant? -Stop this war against me.

In your dreams. This has only just begun.

Now that Alberto's not here, you need somebody to look after you.

I'd be willing to take care of you and your child.

We need some organisation, before you lot destroy Velvet by yourselves.

-Marco! -Buongiorno a tutti.

Goodness me!

The same brotherhood?

I guess...

birds of a feather flock together.

Little cockerel.

The past is in the past, right?

I want you to let the staff know about this:

my first list of measures.

The way to manage this store is with loyalty.

-This behaviour... -Loyalty?

When were you going to inform me of your pregnancy?

Try to remain unnoticed, let's not mess things up now. OK?

-Mateo? -Mateíto!

Mothers?

-Hurrah! -What?

-Your daughter's getting married! -Again?

No, Fernando. Not Rita, the other one.

Mother, wear your Sunday best.

Of course, dear. What else would I wear?

This is a safe place. Nobody normally comes here.

-What is that man doing here? -The police are after him.

What?

When I think about how badly I treated you

and that now you're here helping me...

I'll call you from France.

It'll all be alright. Go on.

-So? -So what?

I drew up a shortlist. Who do you think for jewellery?

Have you asked Patricia what her needs are?

I don't care about Patricia, I care about the store.

I want fair play at Velvet.

That's impossible with Cristina.

We're much more similar than you think, I'm going to prove that to you.

I don't want her here. I won't let her fill a space that's not hers.

-Don't you dare challenge me. -I can make life very difficult for you.

-I don't care what you do. -All the better.

Then you won't care when I kick Ana out of the store.

Careful, Miss Otegui. Be very careful.

I just arrived in London, I can't stop thinking about you. I miss you, Ana.

-Those letters were all... -Bullshit!

If I can't have Alberto's child, neither can you.

Cristina!

-I think... -Come in, come on in.

What happened?

Ana... it's Ana, Bárbara.

-What did she do to you? -No, no...

It was me.

We had a fight and...

I pushed her down the stairs.

What I did... What have I done?

Calm down, calm down. You must remain calm.

I can't stand that she's having Alberto's child.

Bárbara, it's driving me crazy. I need your help.

It's very important that your brother doesn't find out.

Come on.

It's alright. But you need to tell me exactly what happened.

I went to her room, because I wanted...

I don't know... I don't know what I wanted.

I went to her room and she wasn't there, but I went in anyway,

and when I went in I saw a box on the table that...

that was full of letters. Hundreds of letters from Alberto.

Letters saying that he loved her. The jealousy drove me mad,

Bárbara, I ripped up all of the letters, I ripped up everything, and I left.

But... when...

I got to the staircase, I came face to face with Ana and...

-Did anybody see you? -I don't know.

I was in shock and when I saw her on the ground,

unconscious, I ran away.

-What if I killed her? -Don't say that, Cristina.

What if I'm a murderer?

Don't say that. You're not a murderer.

This is very serious.

You mustn't tell anybody what happened tonight, OK?

-OK, Cristina? -Yes.

At half past seven we left the store.

We went to the Country Club for a drink

and then you went home because you were tired.

-But I... -No buts!

I don't know what's going to happen to Ana,

or what she'll say when she wakes up, if she wakes up...

but it will be your word against hers.

Against ours. I'm on your side, Cristina.

I don't know if I can, Bárbara.

Cristina, do you want your child to grow up in prison?

You haven't done anything, Cristina. Hear me? No-thing.

I'm going to get the guest bedroom ready for you.

It's best that you stay here.

What will we tell Enrique?

I'll take care of Enrique,

we've spent a lifetime lying to each other, so...

this won't be the first time.

Don Emilio, don't jump to conclusions. Calm down, please.

Calm down? She pushed Ana down the stairs!

She almost killed her!

That woman must pay for what she's done...

-Don Emilio! -What happened?

Well... Ana...

Cristina Otegui pushed Ana down the stairs.

What?

How is she?

The doctor's been with her for a while but we don't know anything.

Just that we found Ana

lying unconscious on the floor.

But she's awake now, so let's try to remain calm.

A deep breath.

Turn around.

You have a few bruises on your ribs.

It'll be very sore, but there's no treatment.

It'll heal with time and rest.

Try not to exert yourself.

-And the baby? -It's perfectly fine.

There's no placental detachment, and I heard a good strong heartbeat.

-Thank you, doctor. -Don't give them to me.

Give them to him upstairs.

You've been very lucky.

Such an accident in your condition...

It wasn't an accident.

What?

Are you sure, Doctor?

It was just a scare. That baby's as hard as nails.

Thank you, Doctor. We'll be in touch.

At your service.

Good bye, good bye...

Don Emilio,

your niece said that the fall wasn't an accident.

No, Sir.

In that case, you should alert the authorities.

Don't worry, Doctor. We'll take care of it.

Very well, good bye.

Good bye.

-Don Emilio. -Yes, Doña Blanca?

It could be very compromising for Ana to report Cristina.

Yes. As if being a single mother wasn't going to be hard enough.

Yes, but in this case she'd be risking her job.

No, Doña Blanca. What do you mean?

She'd be risking much more.

She'd be risking her life.

Good grief, this is incredible.

That woman's capable of anything.

Of course, she's completely bonkers.

The important thing now is you and the baby.

You have to get better.

I'm not going to let this go.

Thank you for your assistance, but it's very late.

Ana needs to rest, please.

How do you feel?

I'm going to report Cristina.

I know you'll say it'll be difficult...

No, no. Count on my support.

Yes, not only does she have to pay for what she did,

although I think she already is in a way,

but she must also be stopped from doing what she might yet do.

Thank you for being by my side.

Now you must rest.

-I'm going to my room. -No, no.

You're sleeping here.

But the doctor said I'm fine, you have...

The only thing I have to do is see that you get some rest, nothing more.

That's right.

Mateo. Mateo, wake up.

What have I done to deserve breakfast in bed?

It's not breakfast. It's the menu for the engagement.

Your mother sent these with Petra, try them and decide.

Which do you like?

I don't know. Can I decide after I've had a shower?

There's no time. We have plans for breakfast.

No, that breakfast. How annoying.

I didn't say it. Which one then?

I don't know, Clara!

I don't fancy eating duck confit at this time in the morning.

I don't know, it stinks too.

You're really strange, Son.

I know what I want for breakfast.

Fancy a shower?

Yes, a shower with my hair done. Mateo, no! I'm serious.

I don't have time, I have to go and fetch my parents and...

No, Mateo! No!

Mateo, I'll get angry.

No!

-Good morning. -Thank you, Digna.

Well, well. What time do you call this?

I'm sorry, Mother.

I went to pick Clara up and there was a lot of traffic.

Don't worry. I knew it would be her fault.

Come on in. I left our guest with your aunties

and I think he has to leave soon.

Guest? What guest?

Good morning!

Mateíto, sweetheart!

Look, Lady Moustache!

Mateo!

Father Amancio.

It's been a long time. We still miss you in the church choir.

The best baritone we ever had.

-The best! -Stupendous!

You must be the fiancée.

Yes, that's her.

Clara Montesinos.

-Pleased to meet you. -Likewise.

He'll officiate the wedding

so we must begin the preparations already.

Aside the preparations,

the most important thing is to be sure of this holy sacrament.

It should move the soul and not the flesh.

Nowadays, many couples turn to the alter only...

Father, really. That's not a problem for us.

Mateo.

Good. Now that that's clarified...

-could I have some more chocolate? -Yes, of course.

Keep going, now that we're all here.

-More chocolate for Father. -All of us?

Yes, Father. All of us.

What about Felipe?

The canary?

My Aunt's cat ate him a while ago,

not even the cage could save him.

I meant your father, Mateo.

Of course, my father.

I didn't know the canary had the same name.

Quite fitting really!

Excuse me, Herminia?

No, no. Just that...

my husband isn't home, he's at work.

The clinic takes up a lot of his time.

I suppose he'll come to the engagement.

Or does he see clients at night too?

That's when he has the most work of all.

What are you like, Sagrario!

More water, Father?

Of course he'll be here tonight.

He had to leave first thing this morning due to an emergency at the clinic.

I think that it was somebody's first labour.

Mother, let's get some more chocolate éclairs,

I think that Father's still hungry.

-A cake, Father? -They're delicious!

-What's all this about? -What do you mean?

That man is not coming to my wedding.

Son, you mustn't talk about your father that way.

He's not my father.

He never has been and he won't start on my wedding day.

How can you say this after what he did to you?

There was no way out. What do you want?

Everybody to know that we live apart?

Everybody knows that he cheated on you.

It would be strange for him to come!

Why are you so thoughtless?

People will point at me. They'll refuse to greet me.

-We won't be allowed at church. -Have you lost your mind?

He left us more than 20 years ago!

Don't remind me,

I've suffered enough.

But he's your father, and if he doesn't come...

No!

I'm the one getting married.

I don't want him there on my wedding day,

or tonight for that matter,

neither the priest or yourself will change that.

Understood?

Father, I'm sorry but the éclairs have run out, and...

-Clara and I are leaving. -Already?

You've hardly eaten anything.

My mother knows all that there is to know.

Excuse us, Father.

This meeting was for you to meet the bride... mission complete.

Very pretty.

Thank you. See you tonight.

-Enjoy your food, Father. -Thank you.

A pleasure, Mateo.

What's going on?

-A bun, Father? -Of course.

-Mateo, don't be like that. -How should I be?

I'm tired. Put on a front, always the same.

Clara, if he comes tonight I won't get married.

Do you mean that?

I don't want my wedding to turn into another battle.

My father's a waste of space. He left me.

I'll never forgive him.

Do you know what it's like to hear your mother cry every night

because we didn't know where he was?

Lucky you.

What does that mean? Are you going to cancel the wedding?

No, I'm only asking because...

my parents are on their way, I should let them know.

Clara, I'm really sorry...

I understand that your father hurt you,

but I thought this was important for us.

It is, Clara...

Mateo.

Am I interrupting anything?

Good morning, Mr. Cafiero.

I was just leaving.

-That's why I don't have a girlfriend. -It's none of your business.

Come on, I want to show you something.

For the moment I think that two shop assistants will be enough.

Training starts today,

and then they'll be able to teach other people themselves.

-Training? -Yes, training.

Ah, training... in what?

I hope I wasn't mistaken in choosing you, Mr. Infantes.

No, no, no, Mr. Cafiero.

I just didn't come prepared for training.

I thought I'd been selected for the jewellery section,

but if it's about playing football...

-I'm a great forwarder. -Jonás.

-Is he pulling my leg? -No, no.

He's referring to somebody who will show you how the department works.

What a good idea.

Why did nobody tell me that my department's having a meeting?

Good morning, Patricia.

I see we're still having difficulty

understanding that what used to be yours, is now mine.

Maybe these difficulties stem from the fact that a woman's in charge.

We're simply coordinating the new shop assistants.

Them?

I don't really think that she's qualified for the post.

I thought you were family, what's the problem?

I want the best, and that's not her.

If you're going to keep making decisions behind my back, and undermining...

Patricia, that's enough!

Since I arrived, all I've heard is complaint upon complaint.

This is the new department, these are you new employees.

If you want, you're still in charge. If not...

you know where the door is.

Do you want to share the joke?

It's nothing. He's got you under his thumb.

Everybody gets what they deserve.

-Shall we go, Jonás? They're waiting. -Yes, I've nothing else to do here.

Rita.

Don't worry, the doctor said that everything's fine.

Do you know Mateo's father?

-That was Mateo's father? -Who?

You're confusing me, Clara!

Ana's better, and the baby's fine.

No, I wasn't talking about Ana.

I wanted to say that, in the end we're...

What happened to Ana?

Come on, I'll tell you. It's awful.

What happened to you? Are you alright?

I don't even know where to start.

Yes?

Miss Ribera, come in. Take a look at this.

It's the line we're working on in Milan.

Excuse me.

-Are you alright? -No.

That's why I came to see you.

Yesterday Cristina pushed me down the stairs.

I find it very embarrassing telling you things like this.

Why do it then?

Because I'm going to report Cristina and maybe the store image will suffer.

Do what you have to do.

Thank you.

Ana, wait.

If you really are worried about you and your unborn child's health,

I don't think the best thing is to face the Otegui's head on.

The store doesn't need another scandal, and I can fire Cristina.

Give me 24 hours, I'll make sure she leaves Velvet,

willing or unwilling. Trust me.

-Ana. -24 hours.

-If not, I'll have to report her. -Fine.

-Mr. Otegui. Mr... -Good morning.

Or maybe not so good.

Where's your sister?

She hasn't arrived yet.

Is something the matter?

Yes.

Come in.

My sister is incapable of an act so...

Are you so sure?

A jealous woman can do terrible things,

and your sister has lost all reason.

I can't allow such happenings in the store.

What do you want me to do?

Give your sister a dignified exit.

One that will benefit us all, but mostly you.

With her pregnancy and everything else...

any doctor would certify her unfit for work.

I'll talk to your father myself, to win back his trust.

Think about it. It's the best for everybody.

It's true that my sister hasn't been well for a long time.

If I do this, it's solely because it will help her.

I don't doubt that for a second.

I'll leave it in your hands.

Bárbara? Are you with Cristina?

Wait for me, I need to see you both.

Your brother knows.

How could you push Ana down the stairs?

What?

Are you the seamstress' spokesperson now?

That's enough.

Last night they found Ana lying on the floor of the store.

How terrible. How is the hemmer?

Can you stop?

Yesterday Bárbara and I were at the Country Club.

How dare you come here and accuse me like this, Enrique.

Do you really think I'm that stupid?

That girl went crazy after Alberto's death.

She wants to ruin my reputation. Can't you see?

Cristina, you've been like this for months.

I don't know how far you'll go,

but you even wore a fake bump, for God's sake!

This obsession with Ana will kill you.

She won't stop until she ruins my life.

She spoke to Marco Cafiero.

He's on her side.

You need to take some time off.

I know a spa with people who can help. It's in France.

Have you lost your mind? I'm your sister.

You've overstepped the mark now, Enrique.

Me? This is all your fault.

All day causing trouble and plotting plans for revenge.

The only thing I've done is try to help your sister!

-Something you've never done. -Help her?

You've created a monster! Similar to you, by the way.

-You're a bastard. -Careful.

Enrique, let one thing be clear.

I'm not a puppet with somebody pulling my strings.

I'm going to end this right now.

I'll show you in front of her that this is all one big lie.

-Can I help you? -Where's that girl?

Where's that snake in the grass?

Not content with taking my husband,

now she wants to throw me out of my own house. You!

-I have nothing to say to you. -Well I do.

Why does everybody believe the lies that come out of your mouth?

The mouth of a petty seamstress who wants to ruin my life.

You're crazy.

Yes, I'm crazy and it's your fault.

-You've driven me... -Calm down.

Don Emilio, let me.

I won't allow you to threaten me again.

I'm not afraid of you!

You should be.

Cristina, sweetheart.

Bárbara, let go of me.

That bitch must pay for everything she's done!

Yes. Do it here. Show everybody who you really are.

That's what you want, isn't it? To drive me crazy?

Get me out of the way, have me locked up. Is that what you want?

Well congratulations!

I'm crazy because your stupid love story has driven me crazy!

That's enough, Mrs. Otegui!

That's enough!

It's OK, it's OK.

I pity you, Cristina.

You're such a bad driver, Son. Even the poor capon feels sick, don't you?

It's a good job I had an eye out, if not...

-You've been asleep the whole way. -Don't be rude.

Take the capon first.

Why do we have to go to this dinner?

Fernando!

I don't remember that moustache asking me permission for anything.

And I'm the father of the bride.

Don't act up, OK?

Our girl's marrying into a high-class family

and the people here in Madrid are more modern.

I still have to iron my dress before the dinner.

I'll take something if you want.

The big one then. See if you can manage it.

Of course. Now I see who Clara takes after.

-Did you say something, son? -No, no, no, not at all.

Goodness me.

In such a big store

they must have an iron, don't you think?

There's plenty of time, as the dinner is this evening.

Clara! Clara, daughter!

-Mother! -My little girl.

You look beautiful.

What's all of that?

We couldn't come to our daughter's engagement empty handed.

See, Clarita,

your mother didn't think it would ever happen,

now you're getting married,

she's pulled out all the stops.

If I get married.

What?

Nothing, today's a very complicated day.

Is that a capon?

No, it's not a capon.

It's Ricardito,

the capon.

Can you show me your room?

I want to loosen my dress for a while. It was quite a journey.

Thank you.

The pork is for you, by the way.

It'll be a gassy night then!

Hey, what about the capon?

Mr. de la Riva?

We met at the American ambassador's dinner.

I'm sorry, I don't recall.

I'm late, sorry.

Mr. de la Riva, where have you been all day?

-They came for me, didn't they? -Who?

I think they've been following me since I left the house this morning.

I've been constantly dodging a black car

and I just saw it in the entrance.

I think it's the police.

The police? What do you mean?

They must have caught Toni and he's given me away.

My God... I can't go to prison.

Calm down. Nobody's going to prison.

Mr. de la Riva, calm down, please.

Mr. de la Riva?

Can we talk to you?

-To me? -Yes.

Just a few questions.

Gentlemen, please accompany me.

I'll take you to a room where you can talk properly.

Do you know him?

Yes, it's Antonio.

Antonio Latorre.

His parents were friends of my parents.

When was the last time that you saw him?

A long time ago.

A week, a year...?

I don't remember. Why are you asking?

We can't diverge that information at present.

I don't know, Officer.

Understand my position. You turn up here,

bombard me with questions about a person I haven't seen for a long time.

Do you know who I am?

We know exactly who you are, and of your contacts in France,

who've suggested that you may have helped him escape the country.

He fled the country?

Make sure we can find you. We might see each other again.

Whatever you need, I'll be here.

Good day.

My God.

Thank you, Digna.

Mateo, Son. You gave me a shock.

For a moment, I thought you wouldn't come.

And you would've celebrated the engagement without me.

Good evening.

What do you mean?

I only want to do things like everybody else does them.

I'm doing this for Clara, Mother,

if it were up to me I'd get married in any old chapel.

How are you, Mateo?

Would you like to confess?

Father, sinning suits me fine.

Mateo, for God's sake!

I'll get it.

It must be the bride's parents.

Clari...

What do you want?

Mateo.

Son.

I think you're confused.

I may have been in the past,

but not anymore.

I'd appreciate it if you left.

Today's my engagement. I want to be with my family.

Stop, Fernando.

Father, what are you doing?

What does it look like? I'm announcing our arrival.

Aren't they rich? They should send the servants out to meet us.

Of course, let them know we're here.

Your father loves causing a scene. You rotter!

Please try to be discreet. Mateo's family is...

Yes, they're stuck-up.

The Montesino's are ready for anything.

-Do I look OK? -Very elegant, mother.

The lights!

Clara, sweetheart.

Tell me the wedding's still going ahead.

Son!

Give me a hug, you're almost family now.

-How handsome! -How are you?

My mother and father.

Welcome to our home.

These people aren't very rich at all.

Shut up, Fernando, our girl will make our rags into riches.

-Hello, how are you? -Are you the mother?

-I'm the mother. -So pleased to meet you.

-Good evening. -Thank you for the invitation.

What a big house.

Go on in.

I'm the sister and he's my husband.

-Nice to meet you, a pleasure. -Same to you.

I told him, but he's coming anyway.

He must also doubt whether you're really alright.

When Carlos gets here go and get some rest, you need it.

-I'd rather stay, dear. -No.

Cristina isn't here, but even so I'll lock the door.

Then I will go. He's very attentive, isn't he?

He offered to look after us.

-You know you can count on... -I know, I know.

I never thought I'd conceive of the possibility, but...

I'm afraid.

If Alberto were here...

Come in.

Mr. Cafiero, can I help you?

I don't want to disturb you.

I was leaving and I wanted to check that everything's in order.

I was leaving anyway. Anything you need, dear... good night.

Good night.

Thank you for your help earlier, Mr. Cafiero.

Call me Marco.

I've spoken to Enrique

and Cristina will be detained until she can see reason.

I'm sorry you had to go through all of this.

Don't be frightened.

That woman won't threaten you again.

you can rest easy.

Thank you.

Carlos,

I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Ribera.

-Good night. -Good night.

Good night.

How are you feeling?

Well...

Did you find out anything else?

No.

I just spoke to the contact in Hendaye and there's been no sign.

Nobody knows anything about Toni.

If Toni had given you up, you wouldn't be here.

The police would have arrested you.

You might be right

and once he crossed the border there was no looking back.

He always was selfish.

Don't be so hard on him.

Not yet, anyway.

It's a long trip, maybe he hasn't had the chance to contact you.

What does it matter?

-Velvet stores? -Raúl de la Riva, please.

Yes, I'll pass you right over.

-Toni? -Raúl!

I made it!

We did it!

Thank you so much for everything.

I'll never be able to repay you for what you did for me.

They followed me to the border, but I'm out, Raúl.

I'm free! Free at last!

I wish you the best, Toni.

This isn't goodbye, Raúl. It's "see you soon".

I know.

I should let you go.

-Good luck. -Thank you.

And the stingy man was there

completely drunk and in his underpants, in the middle of the procession.

Forgive me, Father.

Thank goodness his almighty girlfriend came and took him away.

The parties in Porrillos are...

You're invited next year, if you want to come.

We have a great time, don't we, Fernando?

This is marvellous.

Take them away, please. Take them.

He still hasn't asked for your hand.

You don't do that, Rita.

It's a dinner so that the family can meet and the bride and groom give presents.

When are you giving him yours?

because you have your ring, but Mateo doesn't...

Thank you for making me feel worse.

I told you this wasn't a good idea.

And ra... ra... how she roared. They found her like that.

The children that they had were so skinny.

All that stuff about people being born that way, what do you think?

Felipe, can you pour me another glass, please.

Of course.

-Where's this from? -It's a port.

But you shouldn't drink it all in one go

it might not agree with you.

Doctor Ruiz Lagasca is always giving lectures.

Are you really a doctor?

I'm so pleased about that,

look how my ankles go sometimes,

when I've been sat down for a long time.

They're all swollen.

Please excuse me,

but that isn't my specialty.

His specialty is women.

-Isn't it, Mother? -What's he like?

My specialty is women

as I spend all day delivering babies.

That's marvellous. How lucky you are, Clara.

You'll have a house doctor.

That will save you some money.

Father Amancio, it's getting late.

Plus, we've spoken about everything, haven't we?

All that's left to do, is to marry them.

And the economic regime.

The truth is, you're a rather curious family.

I'm sure that it's going to be a very fun wedding.

I'm sure of it.

It's a shame that the doctor won't be joining us at the ceremony.

What?

No, no, he's joking.

What are you like, Son?

Don't worry,

his mother and father will be there at the altar.

There's nothing more important than children regarding their parents

as a reference of love and fidelity.

Amen, Father.

I always tell him that.

Son,

can I have a word?

Excuse me.

I won't allow you to disrespect me.

It's a little late for that, don't you think?

I'm here tonight to support you and celebrate your wedding.

Thank you, Doctor Lagasca. That's very kind.

Don't behave like a child.

A child? What child?

The one you didn't see grow up?

The one whose birthday you forget every year?

The one who cried because his dad never came to watch him play football?

Or when I went to London when I was thirteen, and you didn't care.

Enough!

That's enough.

Does it hurt you?

Because it certainly hurt me.

It hurts me to see my mother feeling worthless

because her husband abandoned her.

Why? For another woman? For all the other women?

I don't want you to come to my wedding, understand?

You're the last person I want there,

on one of the happiest days of my life.

5 MONTHS LATER

Can you believe it?

My first menswear design and it's for the moustache's wedding.

The Moustache!

Look, Lady Moustache, like you!

Raúl, one thing. Wouldn't a black jacket be more elegant?

Doña Julia, the groom's suit is decided by the designer alone.

-Thank you. -The most handsome groom in Spain.

In the world!

It's lucky that he always did take after me,

and not his excuse for a father.

Don't even mention him. Why do you have to talk about that drunk?

That's enough!

-Mateíto... -Out of here, please.

Mothers, this is my wedding day.

I need peace. I need to relax.

I'm sure you need more time than me to get ready.

We're excited, that's all.

Doña Julia, I know you'd have loved for Mateo to be a girl

so that you could fuss on the wedding day. But he's not.

He wants to talk about men's things,

because it's a special day, you know, men's things...

-But... -But nothing, Doña Herminia!

Go to the workshop.

They're waiting for you there with the dresses you chose.

You'll look lovely.

Raúl, look after him for me.

Yes, Doña Julia, I'll look after him.

Yes, that way, off you go.

Yes, Go, go, go.

Now I understand everything. They're exhausting.

Mateo, calm down.

Calm down? Why should I?

I've been a slave to this wedding for five months.

To my mothers, to the menus,

to my parents-in-law, to the damned top hat.

Hey, the top hat was my idea.

Treat it like a game.

It's just a glamorous, classy thing.

I want neither class nor glamour. I want to be happy.

I like simple things.

Yes, so simple, come on. What a joke!

German cars, French champagne,

Italian fashion... come on, Mateo!

Raúl, I'm being serious.

I'm a victim of a wedding that I never wanted.

You need to understand one thing, Mateo.

You're not doing this for anybody

but Clara, the woman of your life.

This is her dream too.

Maybe the perfume will wake you up,

because that face doesn't say that this is the wedding of your dreams.

My dream wedding doesn't include 300 guests,

five priests, three photographers and a big red carpet.

Clarita.

Fine, a big red carpet yes,

but I wanted a much smaller, romantic wedding.

But Mateo's mothers had to organise it all.

Don't let it get to you.

It does. I didn't stand up for myself and just gave in.

I gave in to the florists...

Flowers everywhere...

...to Mateo choosing the menu...

...to my mother choosing the menu...

...to confessing to that priest...

...lying to that stupid priest...

...even to Mateo wearing that ridiculous top hat.

He's wearing a top hat?

-Why are you doing it then? -For her, of course.

For him,

because I want to marry him.

That's that then!

You love each other, the rest is insignificant.

We'll throw the top hat out of the window!

I never liked it anyway. There, it's gone!

Mateo. Mateo, my friend.

You can't back out, not now.

We all still miss Alberto.

But he was a romantic.

He would have loved to go to this wedding.

Let's not let him down, right?

-No. -We won't, will we?

What's that?

Look, I know what you're missing.

What you're missing is...

-Don't laugh. -...the bow.

-You're laughing. -I'm not!

It looks great. You're so sweet, like a doll.

Rita!

Clara, you look beautiful!

-And you're... -I'm enormous.

It's like two Ana's.

Careful. My niece is sensitive and hears every word.

Not at all. What's that face for?

Nerves. The same thing happened to me.

Here, I'm sure this will cheer her up.

I wanted you to have a little something from me on your wedding day.

I bought them in case you want to wear them today.

They're from Alberto's collection.

Thank you.

What's going on here?

We're all so sensitive

and my hormones are out of control.

Save the emotions for later.

We still have to get ready and time's running out.

I'm going to get ready, alright?

Let's see how this looks.

I'll be wearing my hair up.

You're going to look beautiful, Clara.

Come on.

Are you still not ready?

No, I'm not. Do I look ready?

Time ran away with me, and I was helping Clara.

-That'll be your mother. -Again?

Margarita, you must understand. She's very anxious.

She's got enough going on.

I know, Dad, but I've spoken to her five times already.

I haven't even started getting ready. Why don't you go? You're quite capable.

Margarita.

-Yes? -Why did it take you so long to pick up?

I thought you'd already left.

No, no, not yet!

What's happened in the last half an hour since we spoke?

I just remembered that I didn't tell you about the orange blossom bouquet.

-Orange blossom? -Yes, put it in her bouquet.

As tonight is her wedding night,

and it's her first night with her husband, you know...

to bring her luck, just like you.

Our little Clarita is such a beginner.

What a shame, daughter.

A day like today without a mother's advice.

She's really down without you.

Misfortune seldom has one victim.

Two broken legs.

I've told your father, when he wakes the capons,

clean the pen. He never listens.

Please don't tell me the pen story again

I've heard it a thousand times.

Come on, dear...

thankless child!

But, mo... ther...

-Rita? -Mo... ther...?

I can't hear you properly. You sound very far away.

Can you hear me?

I'm going to have to hang up. We'll speak later.

Don't you forget that the veil has to be...

I think...

Let's see if I can reach.

Are you still not dressed?

-What for? -What do you mean?

The wedding's in one hour!

What's with you? We'll never arrive on time.

I did the exam a month ago and still haven't had any news.

I studied so hard, in order to provide a better future for you.

What good are the Gothic kings to me?

What good is Ataulf?

Or Sigeric, Gwalia and Teodoredo?

Or Teorimundo, Theodoric and Euric...

Alaric II as well.

Pedrito,

don't think about that right now.

It's my sister's wedding and it's important to be by her side.

-Understand? -Yes.

Will you help me?

-It won't do up. -That's funny.

Rita, really. It won't do up.

Are you calling me fat?

Fat? Of course not.

It's just that... when people get married...

they say that the hips broaden.

I can't believe it.

This is what happens when you ask for help!

Rita, a letter for Pedro.

I couldn't care less right now.

Can you believe that my husband just broke my zip

because of the Gothic kings?

That's exactly what I'm talking about. The results.

-The results? -Of course.

Good grief.

-Pedro! -Cousin!

What? What is it?

Your results have arrived.

And?

What?

Is it that bad?

I'm satisfactory.

I passed.

Congratulations, Pedrito!

I never thought I'd ever be satisfactory.

But the Infantes give satisfaction wherever we go!

You're out here half dressed.

-I heard you shout and... -Go on, go and get dressed.

I'm satisfactory!

You scrub up well!

Thank you.

I need to fix this, or we'll never arrive.

Come, satisfactory!

Come in.

What are you doing up there, dear?

Get down. Careful now, slowly.

Slowly. What were you doing up there?

I'm pregnant, I'm not ill.

I know you don't like people fussing over you,

but you only have a few weeks left.

-How are things? -Good. Today a little...

did you feel it?

Don't tell me it's going to be a footballer.

What if it's a girl?

I don't care what it is, dear.

And he or she will be free to be whatever they want to be.

What would you like?

I'd like to take them to the Retiro park

on Sunday mornings,

to listen to the marching band.

If they behave themselves.

That's up to you, my lecturing days are over.

We're meeting at a quarter to, in the doorway.

Yes, Carlos is coming to take me in the car.

Come in. What do you want now, Uncle?

Excuse me.

Patricia.

I don't want to bother you.

Don't worry, come in. I was getting ready for the wedding.

Is something wrong?

No.

I wanted to...

give you Alberto's baptism gown. I thought you'd like to have it.

Of course, I'd love to use it. Thank you.

How are you?

Fine.

Looking forward to see its face.

I want you to know

that if I can help with anything, count on me.

Thank you.

I'll let you finish getting ready.

Another scandal for the Otegui's?

Please, let's do this like civilised people.

A civilised woman doesn't go off with the first guy she meets at Country Club.

The guy you refer to is called Jean Paul,

he almost won Wimbledon

and his family is one of the richest in France.

I couldn't care less! You're not going with him.

Of course I'm going with him.

Do you know what I've had to put up with these last few months?

You made me responsible for everything that happened to your sister.

-Weren't you? -You see?

-Weren't you? -I was not!

Your sister was miserable, the only thing I did was help her.

She'll get better, but what's left for me here? Nothing!

I won't change my mind.

Go through that door, and I never want to see you again.

That's the idea, Enrique.

Wait... wait!

Wait, wait.

Don't go.

I love you.

You only love yourself, sweetie.

Get out then.

Go and live the perfect life with that boring man.

And never come back!

Ciao, ciao.

Enrique.

Enrique.

She left me.

Your days were numbered.

How dare she leave me?

Enrique,

you're not alone.

I see that your pride hurts more than anything else.

I should answer the phone.

Hello?

Yes, Valentín.

Did you get the mines back?

I'm so happy!

Sapphires? Of course I like sapphires.

Of course.

Have a safe journey.

I'll be waiting for you, my love.

Mateo.

The groom can always find an excuse for a toast, right?

Today's not the day, Marco.

To the love of your life.

And to not having to share her.

Don't speak too soon, you're not married yet.

Good luck.

I don't think you could get another with that moustache.

Look at you!

I've been looking for you everywhere, and I find you drinking.

Excuse me, but he has to get married. Let's go.

Enjoy it, you brave man.

The alter is made for real men.

What does he want? What's he saying? How rude.

I don't know, he's very rude, very rude.

Let's go.

I'd like to go faster, but I just can't.

-Stop excusing yourself, dear. -I sound like an old lady.

-You're very clever! -I'm not that clever.

Yes, because he was there night after night...

I did study a lot.

-I'm going to tell Don Emilio. -He'll be so proud.

-Don Emilio! -What?

Well,

-I'm satisfactory! -At what?

I mean that I passed.

-Hurrah! -Congratulations!

Thank you.

I'm going to congratulate your wife on her patience.

You do that. I'll take over here.

-Rita! Congratulations! -Thank you, Don Emilio!

It's thanks to you.

-This weighs a ton. -"this" she says.

It's going to be a beautiful girl.

I'd like it to be a boy.

And I'd call him Alberto.

Ana, you must move on.

Don't take it the wrong way, but having a constant reminder of Alberto...

Carlos,

this baby has a father,

and he'll always be in his life, whatever the baby's called.

Clara, I didn't mean to bother you.

-Don't worry. -Ana!

Let's go.

So, how's the bride?

She's a nervous wreck. I hope she doesn't give us any surprises...

Knowing your sister, Mateo's got a lot in store for him.

Shall we go in? Let's.

Go on ahead, I'm very slow.

Wait, wait! Sagrario!

-She's always distracted. -The family photograph.

Very good, thank you.

Welcome, how are you?

You're doing all of this for Clara, Mateo.

Do things right.

Be a man.

Handsome!

Pedro.

See, Son? There are already whispers about your father not being here.

Hello.

What's he doing here?

Son, don't make a scene in the church, please.

I told you I didn't want you to come.

I told you I didn't want you to come!

I thought the priest would prefer for me to be here.

In the end, the church

will manage more than we did in 20 years.

-Mateo. -Who do you think you are?

Why come here as if we've wiped the slate clean and made a fresh start?

I don't care what people think of my father,

or if he does or doesn't come to the wedding. Know why?

Because I'm sure what they think is much better than the harsh reality.

Forgive me.

I know I can't turn back time,

but before you embark on this new life,

I wanted to ask for forgiveness.

Very good,

you've asked, now you can leave.

It's hard to face up to your mistakes when you know that it's already too late.

I hope you'll create the family that I never could.

Congratulations.

Maybe you'll find a space at the back.

Relax, sweetheart.

It's alright, it's alright.

Rita!

Rita!

-Rita! -Rita, your father.

Goodness me, she's not coming.

What is it? What's that man doing?

This is all we need. What's going on?

Everything's fine.

The bride needs a few more minutes.

-Your sister won't get out of the car. -What?

Rita!

-Nothing that can't be fixed. -What a family.

Thank you for coming, everybody.

-I'm going to tell Mateo. -Don't even think about it.

But look at his face.

This can't be happening, please.

Son.

Poor Mateíto, he's such a good boy.

Clara, open.

If I do, you'll drag me out. I'm not getting married like that.

None of that matters.

What matters is love,

and that you're marrying Mateo.

See? You're proving me right, I look like a giant meringue.

What's wrong? Clarita, today you're the star.

You like it that way.

That church is full, it's one of your dreams!

Open up right now!

I could beat you black and blue!

It's my fault, I didn't want to fight with Mateo,

so I left the door wide open for those three, look at me now.

I'm tired of pretending to be somebody that I'm not.

I've spent five months preparing to be the ideal lady of high society.

No, it's done. I'm fed up with it.

I was born in Porrillos, I grew up with cows,

I've never even cared about money.

Let's see...

you can't leave Mateo there, he's in a state of shock.

Go in and tell him that you're not marrying him like this.

You can't leave without saying anything.

The church is full of people.

I'll cover for you. Go down the side until you find him.

I knew that this was getting out of hand.

She should be ashamed, leaving you here like this.

With all of the guests here.

And the press, all the photographs taken.

Of course, what else were we to expect from her?

It'll shame the family.

Enough, out of here. Back to your places.

The bride.

-Daughter. -Hurrah for the bride!

-Hurrah for the bride! -Hurrah!

Daughter!

Mateo, I don't know how to say this, but...

I don't want to get married. I don't.

-What happened? -Nothing, she had a little panic.

Are you...

alright?

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost...

you may be seated.

Dear Brothers, we are gathered today to witness the union

of Clara and Mateo.

Mateo, it's not your fault, but I don't want to get married.

Clara, look at me. I don't want to get married.

We need to talk.

What?

Are they married yet?

Father, one moment, please.

Mateo, Son. Where are you going?

-Come here. -What is he doing?

One moment, then we'll continue.

Let's see, Clara. How can I put this.

Mateo,

I love you so much.

So do I, Clarita, so do I.

But I don't want to get married.

Not like this.

Neither do I.

Goodness me! This is all we need.

This dress isn't me.

I don't want to be a lady, like the ones out there.

I couldn't care less about half of the people here.

Not to mention your unbearable mothers.

Look what they've put me in.

I look ridiculous. Don't laugh.

You do look ridiculous. But beautiful too.

And your mother with the capon?

Poor thing, with two broken legs.

Who, the capon?

I'm sorry to interrupt, but the microphone is turned on.

-His mother's here. -At least they didn't mention your dad.

Father, marry us here.

Here?

If the bride agrees, of course.

Marry us here, by ourselves,

without anybody else.

Clara,

will you marry me here?

What are they doing in there? What's going on? What are they doing?

Calm down, de la Riva, calm down.

-Cousin, is there a wedding, or not? -I don't know.

I'm having a nervous breakdown!

Yes!

Hurrah for the bride and groom!

-Hurrah! -I've always wanted to do that.

Ana!

-I think I'm in labour, it's coming! -A doctor!

Sorry, Rita.

-Your name is Rita, right? -Yes.

You'll help me.

-Me? -Yes.

While you're at it, take notes.

That mark.

-It's a gestational chloasma. -What?

I'm an expert on births and pregnancy.

I'm pregnant?

I need you to push as hard as you can.

One, two, three.

You're doing so well.

One more time, it's coming.

And the last one. Again!

What is it?

The new manager, Marco Cafiero, has taken a new measure.

From now on, the staff will no longer live in the store,

they'll have to find a new place to live.

Ladies and gentlemen, controversy is a given.

After a period of recuperation,

Cristina returns to Madrid to be reunited

with her once enemy,

the now successful Ana Ribera.

Will a peace treaty be signed? Or will the war continue?

The Airsa pilot,

Carlos Álvarez, still has the idea of winning Ana over

and forming a family by her side.

Will wedding bells chime?

Is Ana's heart ready to love again?

Alberto Márquez is alive!

Cristina Otegui has discovered that young Márquez,

believed to have died in the Airsa accident,

is still alive.

Will she share the news,

or forever hold her peace?