Camila found your lover's bikini in her room.
I need to confirm it's hers.
It's gone. Someone took it.
I don't want you to think you can take these liberties.
Hide.
-What are you doing? -You can't be seen.
Can you imagine two people like us having a romance?
It's unthinkable.
What are we doing?
I don't know.
I don't know, I lost control and got carried away.
What if Noelia's story isn't that crazy?
But it is.
Kids that age might believe those stories of princesses
and paupers falling in love and living happily ever after,
but I don't.
You're not a pauper, and I'm not a princess.
Then why'd you hide me from your mother?
I need this job.
I need to keep my daughter happy.
And I need to be levelheaded.
But Cesar...
Look, you're beautiful, charming and generous...
but I can't forget who I am and who you are.
-What are you talking about? -You're my boss!
You're the owner of this house
and I'm a carpenter that just lost his wife
that doesn't know what he wants.
For God's sake, what are you saying?
Are you calling me a murderer?
There's nothing you wouldn't do for your company.
Even kill the woman I loved.
Stop it, will you?
Are you crazy or something?
You sound delirious.
I may be a lot of things, but I'm not a murderer.
Then how do you explain Mariana's bikini being
in your drawer?
Olga told me.
She took the bikini from your drawer
and put it in Camila's room.
I don't know what bikini you're talking about.
You were so desperate for me to marry Alejandra
that you killed her and threw her into the ocean
or at least had someone do your dirty work.
Do you hear yourself, Francisco Javier?
You're talking about your mother!
We might all be murderers.
I almost killed an innocent man and orphaned a little girl
because of you.
Enough!
You developing a killer's instincts because you're in love
doesn't mean we're all the same.
Confess!
I won't say anything and, as usual, will be your accomplice.
But just admit that you did it.
Please exit my bedroom and leave my house.
When you come back, I hope it's on your knees,
begging forgiveness for what you just said.
I didn't know that woman.
Seems like I don't know my son either.
What is with you?
I hope I'm wrong.
Just get out of here! Out!
Get out!
Doing well? You being taken care of?
-Yeah. -Great.
Get him a drink on the house.
Please go outside and make sure everything's fine.
Take care of the place for me.
Hello there, kid.
What's up? I'm Bella.
What can I do for you, Bella?
I'm looking for work and I heard you hire girls here to dance.
Really? You want to work at my club?
We're pretty demanding here.
Well, if there's a spot for me, I'm in.
You sure?
First you gotta come to my office and sign the contract.
It's urgent that I see you.
Clients. You know how it is.
Clients, sure.
A contract?
With my name and social and all that?
Well, we can talk about that later.
You know what?
I'm not interested in signing any contracts.
I just want to dance.
What do you think?
I like your determination,
but first I'll need to see you dance.
Consider this your audition.
Let's see.
When I asked if we could play, I didn't mean watching you play.
What are you even doing with a tablet at 8 years old?
It's my daddy's tablet, and since he's always leaving me,
he can't stop me from playing with it.
But I can.
No, you can't. You're not my mother.
But we can be friends.
You're too old to be my friend.
What?
I look more like your older sister.
I don't care about having a sister.
Hey, don't be rude with me or I'll tell your grandma.
I don't care about her either.
Your grandma's a saint, kid.
But she lies to me.
I'm sure she knew about Dad's new girlfriend
and she didn't tell me.
Girlfriend?
I saw them hugging. She looked fancy.
And she's not as pretty as my mom.
I think that's why Dad left.
Not because a judge ordered him to
but so he could live with his new girlfriend.
Francisco, did you talk to Mom?
What's wrong? Please tell me.
Nothing. Nothing's wrong.
There's nothing to tell.
Hi, I need your help again.
I want you to do exactly what I tell you.
I'm listening, Ms. Renata.
You're the new girl, right?
I was just hired.
Let's see how long you last.
This place is looking like a daycare.
Ignore her.
She hates all the girls here
because they're younger than she is.
I'm Jacinta.
Her too?
No, she liked her.
But Diana doesn't work here anymore.
The pretty ones always get bored fast.
Did she get another job or something?
Nobody knows.
Better for me, though.
She left me her best customers.
The prince, as I call him, is a millionaire.
He doesn't like to be seen because he'd be recognized.
Oh yeah?
How do you know he's a millionaire?
That's what the bodyguards are for.
To tell us when there's a whale coming.
And what is the name of this wealthy man
that you took from Diana.
A dancer doesn't kiss and tell,
especially about someone that important.
I bet you it's that white boy I heard was around here.
Francisco Lagos?
Del Rio. And no, it's not him.
It's his brother, Tomas del Rio.
He loves to watch because he's always here.
Sounds like he was obsessed with Diana de Nadie.
What are you doing in the kitchen all by yourself so late?
Oh, I know.
You're waiting for your love-struck carpenter.
Tomas.
Admit it.
Calling him "my carpenter" isn't funny.
He has a name: Cesar.
Repeat after me: Cesar. It's not hard to remember.
Why are you being defensive?
Because you, Mom and everybody else
think it's so hilarious,
so weird that I could be with Cesar...
and I don't see why.
Because he's exotic, Camila.
He's...
- Exotic? - Yeah.
-Why is he exotic? -Because he's not rich?
Because he doesn't drive an expensive car?
Why?
Do you really like him?
No! You really like him!
Yeah?
I can't believe it.
Just now... we almost kissed.
You're not joking?
No.
I wanted to so bad.
Yeah.
Alright, so why did Renata call you?
Huh?
What is she making you do?
No, I'm not going to tell you because she's my boss
and until you leave her and she fires me for good,
I still work for her.
Oh.
Uh-huh.
It probably had something to do with what I asked her:
that we get a divorce.
Anyway, it doesn't matter. I've made a decision
and regardless of what she says or does,
I'm not changing my mind.
Well, guess what.
Not everything revolves around you, Pascual del Rio.
She called about something else.
Let me tell you, she didn't seem too worried
about you leaving her.
Whatever, I don't care. My mind's made up.
If you couldn't be happy with two women,
what makes you think you'll be happy with one?
You.
Forever.
You and I are going to be very happy.
Did you get more information on Francisco Javier's lover,
that Mariana del Molino?
No, Alejandra.
Didn't Francisco tell me you two were making up?
No, far from it.
I don't know if I can forgive him.
If I might give my opinion,
you still love him, don't you?
What makes you say that?
The sad look on your face.
I too know what it's like to be heartbroken, Alejandra.
It's Francisco Javier.
Hide.
-What? -Hide in my room.
I'm glad I found you.
What are you doing here?
I don't want to be alone.
Can I spend the night with you?
She doesn't want to talk to me?
Tell her Camila's my boss, not my girlfriend.
Well, when she cools down, tell her that I love her very much
and that that'll never change, okay?
Thanks, Mom.
Hi.
What did you have to tell me that was so important?
What are you doing with this?
The question is what was this doing in the del Rio house?
Francisco Javier del Rio, my wife's lover,
killed her.
It's clear.
It's fine if you want to have fun with him.
Go for it, have fun.
But don't expect a serious relationship.
I'm not expecting anything,
but it's not because he has a humble background.
I feel like something's pushing him away from me,
as if part of him were still hung up on his wife.
He's married?
Widowed. And he's got a daughter.
Oh, no, no, Cami. No, that's trouble.
Forget about even having fun.
Of all the men in LA, why'd I have to like him?
Because it can never be, like I told you.
-No. -Yes.
No, that's not it.
Cesar's mysterious and sensitive.
He's handsome.
He's creative. He's an artist.
A bit rough around the edges, but an artist nonetheless.
You're so dramatic. Wow.
You have no idea.
-I checked out his website... -Uh-huh.
...and he's so talented.
He creates the most beautiful pieces.
But the last thing he wants right now is a relationship.
So you really like him, sis.
I'm glad you're both here together
because there's something I need to tell you.
I'm divorcing your mother.