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"I throw myself here at your feet, sinful.

I don't dare look at your pure eyes

or dare touch your miraculous hand,

I look behind me and a river of rashness urges me guiltlessly on against you."

Who is this woman?

You!

Who left this poem for Armando? Who is Alfonsina Storni?

Alfonsina Storni was a poet. She died in 1938.

-Her? -You just lost a lot of points with me.

Who left this erotic poem on your desk, Armando?

How could you do that?

Betty, now Marcela knows there's another woman

and that she's close by, that she's at V&M.

Don't make it easy on the tramp!

Show him the kind of woman you are.

PREVIOUSLY

Surprise!

You have to celebrate Betty's birthday with her.

Women don't forget that stuff.

Don't make things easier for Nicolas. He's not wasting any time.

Mr. Deme, how could you buy streamers for Betty?

She's not eleven.

Betty's always liked streamers.

She couldn't stop laughing the first time she saw them.

Look, it's these bums.

Hold on, Nico, I've got a bone to pick with these losers.

No, Mr. Deme, calm down. Don't start trouble. Relax!

-Relax. -I was looking for you guys!

Oh, yeah, what for?

Don't play dumb.

Did you think it was okay to beat up that man

who was with my daughter the other night?

Hey, Nicolas, take this old man home.

We don't want any trouble.

You've already got some, kid!

That man is a real man in every sense of the word.

Mr. Deme, you should go talk to your daughter's boyfriend.

He's the one who started the fight.

-You know what? -Her boyfriend?

-Let's go. We've got a lot to do. -Boyfriend?

What do you mean? What boyfriend?

♪ Happy birthday! Happy birthday to you! ♪

♪ Have a ha-ha-ha-happy birthday ♪

♪ Have a ha-ha-ha-happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy birthday! It's a happy birthday to you! ♪

♪ Have a ha-ha-ha-happy birthday ♪

♪ Have a ha-ha-ha... ♪

Armando, I didn't see you there.

Betty, I didn't know it was your birthday. Why didn't you say anything?

No, don't worry. I don't care about that much.

No, Betty, I do.

I would've liked to do something for you.

No, don't worry.

As long as things are okay between us, that's enough for me.

Yes, we're fine. Let's put that poem behind us.

Why don't we go to dinner tonight?

Maybe... you and I alone.

Alone? Yes! I don't have any plans.

Perfect. Don't make any plans.

Tonight we'll go have dinner and then we'll see.

Sure.

I can only say that tonight will be unforgettable.

I wanted to go out with you last night,

but you cancelled on me.

Oh, really? You're sick?

I'm sorry, sweetie. Kisses.

No.

Of course I didn't go out with someone else.

I met up with a girlfriend and went to the movies.

We watched a movie, nothing earth-shattering.

How could you think I went out with another guy?

Today? Yes! I do want to.

Okay, baby, see you tonight.

I love it, I love it, I...

A rose for the most beautiful woman in the Big Apple.

Thank you.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for a fantastic and unforgettable night.

Thanks, Giovas.

Would you like to make romantic plans for this evening, my lovely damsel?

I don't think I can. I can message you later, though.

Excuse me, Giovas.

That woman right there...

...is a goddess.

And this guy right here...

...has her eating out of the palm of his hand.

I made up with my little bonbon.

He was so romantic. I can't believe I ever doubted him.

Oh, sweetie, the universe has definitely awarded you

with the best husband in the world.

That's pure dharma.

He's even giving me the money to buy that car.

He wants me to pick it out!

I can buy it from Linda, the skinny girl, or someone else.

Girl, I told you!

Enrique is the best in the whole, wide world!

Nothing like that sewer rat Efrain-sufferable.

What'd you two do yesterday?

We had dinner at an amazing Italian restaurant.

It was all you can eat.

We got to eat all the pasta we wanted!

What's your beef? What do you want? How can I help you?

Unbelievable. You're so aggressive.

I'm just laughing because poor Bertha is so naïve.

You know what your problem is? You're just jealous!

That's all little twigs like you can feel: hunger and jealousy.

Because you don't have a husband like mine.

I really don't think your husband is as good as you say he is.

If he loved you so much, he wouldn't let you get fat.

Well, that's where you're wrong, sweetie.

She has the best husband in the world.

He's even buying her a car. How do you like that?

-A car, Bertha? Seriously? -Yeah.

Bertha, he's cheating on you.

-What? -Everyone knows that.

When a man starts buying his wife things

it's because he feels guilty about cheating on her.

The bigger the gift, the greater guilt.

And he got you a car, right?

Yes, a car.

Well, I'm only telling you because I'm your friend.

What?

Actually, I have no skin in the game, but I'm telling you for your own good.

Get yourself a cat.

If you're already fat and you're going to be alone,

you might as well have the whole kit and caboodle.

Very nice!

Yeah, it was Betty's man who threw the first punch.

Don't come crying to us!

He's too old to have his father-in-law defending him.

Let's go.

Hold on.

Crazy old man!

Calm down, Mr. Deme. Don't have a heart attack.

-Relax and breathe. -Hold on, Nicolas.

Did you know that man and Betty are involved?

Of course not. Why do you think I... I...

He's engaged to another woman!

Listen, Mr. Deme.

Why do you think those guys are saying that?

To bother you. They want to do exactly this: to bother their neighbor!

I'm going to trust you.

As you should, Mr. Deme.

I'm inviting Armando and his fiancé to the party.

-What? -Yes, yes, of course!

Armando Mendoza is and will always be welcome in my home

for every special occasion,

and so is the lady who will be spending her life with him.

Yes, Mr. Deme, that's fine.

I respect that, but it's Betty's birthday.

Don't you think she should pick who attends her party?

I've already decided.

As soon as I get home, I'll make the call.

Hey did you see that long-haired punk do this to me?

-Yes. -What does that mean?

Maybe that scarecrow was right.

Just look at all my husband's female coworkers.

They all look like contestants in a modeling reality show.

No, now you're exaggerating.

I mean, yeah, they look good, but all those pictures

are probably touched up and Photoshopped to death!

I don't know one woman without cellulite, and none of them have it.

And they're all so skinny.

Maybe they work out a lot, and are so underpaid

that they don't make enough money for food.

And don't tell me they're not hot.

Just look at those little waists.

Oh, Sofia, if my hubby got bit by the infidelity fly, I'll die.

You're hell bent on seeing ghosts where there aren't any.

Why are you listening to that bottle blonde?

Don't you realize that she's just trying to freak you out?

It happened to you.

At one point I was also suspicious of Efrain and I told you. Remember?

But you said, "No way. My Efrain?

No way. He'd never cheat. He only has eyes for me."

Meanwhile, he was cheating up a storm.

What if I end up like that too?

Fine, fine, fine.

-Messed up. -I believe you.

What are you going to do?

Woo him again.

I'm going to become one of these women.

I don't see how. You'll have to be born again.

-Giovas. -What's up?

-We're friends, right? -Yeah!

And friends tell each other everything, right?

Let's just say almost everything, my dear agent of law and order.

A gentleman never kisses and tells,

so it would be impossible to give you details

about the spectacular night I had with Aura Maria.

I can give you a tiny hint, though.

I can tell you that I was a golden ingot

and Aura Maria was a burning oven

who melted me with her incandescent flame.

I don't know why you're messing with her.

Just a minute, my beloved security guard.

Don't you dare talk about Aura Maria like that

in my presence. She's my queen.

And so you know, I love her, she loves me, and we love each other.

We have long-term plans. How do you like that?

I can tell that she doesn't love you.

I heard her talking to some guy she's meeting tonight.

-You heard wrong. -You're as stubborn as a mule!

I know what I heard. I saw it with my own eyes.

She clearly said, "sexy stud."

Look, Giovas... they were supposed to go out last night,

but he cancelled.

That's why she left with you.

Are... Are you trying to tell me...

...that Aura Maria was using me?

Basically, yes.

Let's just say she didn't find anything better.

Count us in, Mr. Rincon. We'll be there. You got it. Have a nice day.

-Squad! -Yep?

We have a party!

-Where? -When?

Today, seven o'clock, Betty's house.

What?

No, Mom, Dad is planning a party and he invited everyone from the office.

No, Mom. I told you not to plan anything.

I told him, but your father got excited and went out to buy stuff.

He has me making tamales for everyone.

No, no. I'm really not in the mood.

Talk to him.

It's nice to have a get together, sweetie.

Your father won't cancel. He loves you so much

and this year he's got you on a pedestal

because you got him and Nicolas a job.

Okay, fine.

But you have to be aware that it'll be a disaster.

On the contrary, it will turn out really nice.

Let us spoil you. You deserve it.

Okay, fine.

A party for you?

Yes!

It's going to be good.

My dad usually throws parties, but they're super boring.

No one ever goes.

This time, though, I've got a job and friends

and they're all going to come! I'm so excited.

-And guess what? -What?

My dad told me to invite you.

Me?

-Yes, he likes you a lot. -Me?

I like him a lot too, but don't worry, Betty.

It's fine. We can go out another night.

It's just that I want to spend my birthday with you, babe. I really do.

Don't worry. I planned everything.

At ten, I'll be ready to meet up regardless of what happens.

Even if lighting strikes my house, I'm meeting up with you.

-I promise. -Okay.

-What? -What?

-Aren't you happy? -Oh, yes. So very happy.

That's so sweet of your father, Betty.

Yeah, we're thrilled to be with you.

Yes, you've become the Squad's BFF.

-Right, girls? -Yes!

You don't look very happy, Betty. Aren't you glad your best friends

are going to celebrate your birthday at your house?

No, yes. I'm very happy.

It's just that I'd made plans to go out with my boyfriend.

-We were going out... -Whoa!

Are you going to a club or something?

-Let's go dancing. -No, sweetie, no.

She's saying that she and her boyfriend were going to...

Sofia, that's not necessary.

I didn't say anything.

I just went like this. She's the one who blushed.

She's the one who's saying...

Betty, girl, I'm so happy for you. They're finally going to water your rosebush.

If you're going to continue being so crass, I'm leaving.

Look, Betty, be honest with us.

What do you want us to do? Should we go to the party or not?

Betty!

That's how she gets when she's nervous.

-It's because she's happy. -Sorry, sorry.

Your questions make me nervous, girls.

I do want you to come to the party.

Could I just ask you for a special favor?

-Yes. -Of course.

Just leave before ten so I can meet up with my boyfriend.

Also, don't mention in front of my dad that Nicolas is my boyfriend.

What? Why? Don't your parents like Nicolas?

No, that's not it. They like him a lot.

My mom adores him and so does my dad,

but they don't know about us. They think we're just friends.

We haven't found the right moment.

Hold on. Let's see if we understand. Here goes...

We get to her house, dance, get the party cracking,

then at ten... we're out of there.

And no one mentions Nicolas, got it?

Got it. Team.

Okay, we got it.

Betty, I have a question. What motel are you going to?

I can recommend a few in the city.

Some have a mirror hanging on the ceiling.

Okay, enough is enough. I'm leaving. Excuse me.

Betty, aren't you excited?

You're finally going to play bumper cars with Nicolas.

It's so much fun!

-Right there. -Here?

Yes! You should come more often...

and give me massages.

Hey, what do you think about getting away tonight?

Let's have dinner or something.

Tonight? I can't.

It's Beatriz's birthday.

What does that have to do with us?

Her parents are having a get together and I wanted to stop by for a bit.

Just a bit, though. I won't be long.

-You? -Yes. Why? Is that bad?

You can come with me if you want.

That'll give me the perfect excuse to leave.

No. No, I mean, imagine me at Beatriz's house.

My time at the office with her is more than enough for me.

Will it bother you if I go?

No. Not at all.

She's your assistant.

I understand and know you want to...

...share her special day with her.

I do.

I'll wait for you at home tonight.

Does he think I'm stupid?

Patricia, I'm about to explode!

Calm down and tell me everything, Marce.

Tonight, Armando is meeting up with his lover.

-And do you know his excuse? -Which?

That he's going to visit Beatriz at her house for her birthday.

Armando at that troll's house?

What a liar! Please! Imagine how ugly that place must be.

I assume you cancelled his plans, right?

No, on the contrary. I made him think I didn't care

so he wouldn't worry.

Why? I don't get it. You know he's going with the other woman.

I'm going to follow him.

Tonight I'm going to find out who Armando's lover is

and I swear she's going to regret messing with him.

-Good, Marce. -We're going to follow him.

-Both of us. -Me?

Mr. Hugo is going to kill us!

No, don't worry.

These are from one of the older collections.

Plus, Hugo isn't here.

He went to Martha's Vineyard with Fabio for the weekend.

We thought you needed some battle armor like this.

Oh, girl!

Or at least one of these so you can have a little fun.

Choose whichever one you want.

This is a birthday gift.

They're all very nice, but they're too small.

This one's missing fabric in the back.

That's how sexy thongs are.

Trust me, the smaller the panty,

the bigger your boyfriend's excitement in bed!

Quickie!

What do you think, Amoroso?

Cuquito?

It's nice, right?

My friends gave it to me so I could wear it with Mr. Armando.

With Armand.

I don't know.

What is that?

Where'd you get that clothing?

There.

All set.

Here it is.

I activated the app to find Armando.

Good job, Marce.

I have everything necessary to succeed.

A scarf.

A hat.

This is hideous.

Why? Look! Check these out. They're so cute.

Sunglasses? What for? It's dark out.

No.

What for? We're following Armando.

Don't you know anything spying?

Rule number one, you must be unrecognizable.

It's not that complicated.

This is so no one will suspect us.

Oh, well.

Let us at least take a selfie.

You look so tacky.

All right, let's go.

I want to see that idiot's face.

Armando, big guy. Tonight is the most important night

of your relationship with Betty.

Tonight, she's going to sin with you.

Olé!

Why are you talking like that?

And stop bringing up that poem.

I've heard it so many times I know it by heart now.

Well done, bro. That's good.

Dive into that river of lust that pushes her to you.

Stop it! I'd like to see you in my place!

No.

I know I have to do it, but what if I can't?

What if things don't work when the time comes?

Take out the picture I sent you, and use it for inspiration.

I wouldn't be so sure.

It's like you don't know me.

Don't worry. Your buddy thought of everything.

I wouldn't let you do this on your own.

These pills are for you, my friend.

Are these...

Yep. They'll help you get inspired tonight.

Look, take one of these. They won't let you down.

Today, you'll be the best birthday present she's ever received.

Tonight, Beatriz will be yours.

-Again? -Sorry.

Tonight, Beatriz will be yours. Olé!

Blimey!

I don't think these pills are for men my age.

Bro, they're for any man

faced with the horror you have to confront tonight.

It says it right here.

Are they safe?

I've heard you need a prescription for these.

Bro, your only risk is arousing Marcela's suspicion.

What'd she say? She's controlling you.

No, I think she's changing her strategy.

Lately, she hasn't been as obsessive

and I don't think she suspects Betty.

Obviously, who would?

-Don't you see? -What?

Beatriz is the best alibi.

Who'd suspect there's anything between you two?

I still have a few hours. What do I do in the meantime?

What if I go home and Marcela kidnaps me?

Relax, bro. Trust me.

Let's go have some drinks.

I'll be with you till it's go time.

After that, you're on your own, bro.

Let's go, tiger.

This doesn't cover anything!

Besides, it must be really uncomfortable.

Where'd you get this tiny little thing?

My friends from the Squad gave it to me.

It's V&M's best seller.

People really buy these things?

Yeah... a lot!

Like I said, it's the highest-selling model.

And by the way, they're not cheap.

Unbelievable!

The less fabric, the more expensive it is.

If you're wearing this, you might as well not wear anything.

Are you thinking about wearing this?

Yeah...

I mean, because it's a gift.

They'll probably want me to wear it.

Not wearing it would be... like rejecting the gift.

Good Lord!

But this is the type of gift you get at a bachelorette party

so the bride-to-be can wear it for her husband

during their honeymoon, isn't it?

Not necessarily.

They gave it to me and that's not my case.

I don't have a boyfriend, much less a husband.

Oh! Don't worry, sweetie.

One day your prince will come.

My beautiful girl.

Oh, dear!

Marcela, I didn't know you were still here.

I was finishing up some emails.

You know I don't like to take my work home.

Ricardo, don't tell me

you're going to Betty's birthday party too.

No, I wasn't invited.

I think it's for VIPs only.

Ricardo's going to help me buy something for Betty.

Oh, wow! Beatriz has become so important

that now the President and the VP of Business

are going to personally buy her a gift.

How things change!

When your father was president, he would send his secretary to do that.

I wish, but if I sent Patricia, she'd buy poison.

I'd rather do it myself to avoid any problems.

Something simple. What are you going to do?

Nothing. I'm going to rest.

Call me when you're done with your wonderful engagement.

Let's go. Bye.

-You coming? -No, you go ahead.

Patricia! Come on!

Let's go!

A part down the middle?

Ugh! I look terrible.

Besides, who goes to a party with a middle part?

That was silly.

Thanks!

Nico, what are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

I got invited to the party, Betty.

No, no. You have to go.

I'm sorry, but you can't be here.

The whole Squad is going to be here.

-So. -What do you mean "so"?

They think you're my boyfriend.

If my dad finds out, he'll have a heart attack.

All right, Betty. Don't...

Don't worry, I...

I understand, you know?

Oh, no...

You know I love you.

I feel terrible.

You're not all that attractive anyway.

It's no big deal.

You know what?

I wasn't even in the mood for a party.

I'll just go home.

Have a great time with your new friends.

No, no!

Nico!

This is a toast to you.

Tonight, you're making history.

You're going to deflower a little monster.

You think Betty's a virgin?

Are you serious? Are you seriously asking me that?

Don't tell me it's never crossed your mind?

I mean, come on. Who'd sleep with her? You, and only because of what's at stake.

I don't think I'm Betty's first.

Bro... you're not listening.

Betty might be very smart, but she's neither pretty nor sexy.

No man would go to bed with her.

The feminine market in Manhattan is very competitive.

All right. You're not helping at all.

You're making a sacrifice, but the spoils will be huge.

Yeah, yeah.

After tonight, Betty will be so in love with you

that she'll do whatever you ask her to do.

I don't know when this all turned into a nightmare.

When you lost control of V&M.

Now, stop being dramatic. It's easy.

Do your thing in the sack and she'll do her thing for the company.

Bam! That's the deal.

These clothes are so stupid.

Couldn't you have found something less ridiculous?

Look at these shades. You can't see anything.

Don't start, Marcela.

I'm not even asking you to reimburse me for them.

Besides, we have to stay united.

Remember, we need to throw off our enemy.

Oh, well! We have to play tacky tourists tonight.

They're taking really long.

Buying Beatriz a gift. Yeah, right! I knew he was lying!

Obviously, Marcela. All men lie.

Yes, they all do.

What if the poet is inside?

That's what you're going to find out.

You mean we.

You're crazy if you think I'd go in there alone.

You're nuts if you think I'd get out of this car in these stupid clothes.

Patricia, I wouldn't get out of this car if it were on fire!

You're my best friend and you're going to help me.

Marce, but...

No buts!

I'm not rubbing it in, but how many times have I helped you

and how many times have I ever used that against you?

All right. Fine, I'll go.

-Good luck. -Uh-huh.

Remember this, Marce.

Hand me the glasses.

You shouldn't have let Sofia leave.

Don't you see that she's always out partying?

What was I supposed to do? I can't tie her up.

No, but you need to assert your authority like a man.

It's not fair for me to have to be your kids' babysitter everyday.

-That's your own fault. -Mine?

Yes, you're the one who wanted to spend more time with them.

Oh, right!

You even bought us the video game.

Well, if that's the case, it's actually your fault.

We came here to make your flabby old hag's life hell

and you're resolving her problems.

-I'm not. -You are, stupid!

Stupid?

No, Stu Pitt. You know?

He's my favorite singer.

It seems like your daddy doesn't like him.

Your mom will be home later.

I sent her out to buy some stuff.

If you're hungry,

the numbers for take-out are in the kitchen.

No, no. No more take-out.

-I'm not cooking. -Then don't cook.

-I won't. -Fine, I'll cook.

All right.

-We're not hungry anymore. -Shush!

Fine.

I'll pay for it, but you'll have to pay me back.

Fine, I will!

Faster, son! Hit the turbo!

-I already did. -Almost there.

It's an honor for us to welcome you

to the Rincon Lozano household for this celebration.

-Thank you. -Sir, the honor is all hours.

Ladies, tell me. Would you like some music?

How about some food?

Quiet, you!

All right, music!

Oh, yeah! Go Zacatecas!

Good evening.

Hey.

Later in the night, we can play loteria.

With beans! How about it?

The Apache! The bride!

And then for entertainment,

I'm going to recite poetry from a series of Mexican poets:

Amado Nervo, Juan de Dios Peza...

Dad, I have a better idea! Why don't we cut the cake?

Yeah!

Happy birthday! Save us!

It's too early to cut the cake. We have to wait for the other guests.

Hey, where's Nicolas?

Wait... did you say Nicolas?

Yes, I did.

Nicolas and Betty have been close

since they were this little.

So you've been together all your lives.

Let's go get some snacks.

-Excuse me. -Yummy, let's go!

Hello, Inesita.

Make yourself at home.

Those must be the other girls.

They're here.

The others are here.

Hey, Betty!

Mariana!

Hey!

Thanks!

Betty!

Hey!

Wilson!

Hi!

Oh, my... what's this my ears are hearing?

This music is from the Dark Ages.

-Drink, you'll have more fun! -Thanks!

-Cheers! -Cheers!

Hey, hey, I don't think you should drink if you're working tomorrow.

Don't worry, sir.

These margaritas barely have alcohol, they taste like lemonade.

So, drink up.

It really is good.

Oh, yeah! It's real good!

Excuse me.

Go ahead!

We should play reggaeton! Reggaeton!

She's a great dancer.

Yeah.

Reggaeton in my house?

It's Betty's birthday!

Don't you dare reprimand her friends.

That music is not appropriate for a decent party.

Betty is a decent girl!

But since that one's a single mother,

she must've abandoned her values ages ago!

Shh! Quiet! Don't be rude.

What would you have them dance to? Minuet? Rondo?

Or something more modern like the cha-cha-cha?

It doesn't have to be something so old.

The Beatles would do.

Mariana, things are going to get out of control.

Oh, yeah! Great!

I don't think you understand.

There's a problem. Remember?

I'm getting together with my boyfriend.

This has to end before ten o'clock.

Will you help me?

Girl, don't worry.

Well, it is a good song.

No, no... Stop laughing. What are you laughing about?

Find me one.

What is it, Marcela?

So? Did you see them?

Are they with anyone?

No, they're alone. Drinking at the bar.

What are they saying? What are they talking about?

Marcela, I don't know! I didn't bring my big ears!

I can't hear from here.

Then get closer! That's why you're in disguise.

Didn't you say the disguise was foolproof?

Marce, but...

No buts!

Make something up. Get creative.

You said you were the best at this.

Here's something that will calm you down.

After tonight, you can put some distance between you and Betty.

Remember, once you have sex with them, they think you're committed.

When we first talked about this, I never thought it'd go this far.

It wasn't my fault.

Who would've thought Betty was going to be so demanding?

She's the one who started this with her kissing and her poetry.

I thought it'd be something platonic.

-That was it. -Well, you thought wrong.

Betty's a woman through and through.

She has her needs.

I wish I could close my eyes and wake up next year.

That way the company would be ours again.

Well, when that happens, we'll have another problem.

-What? -Betty.

You need to think about what we'll do with her

when we don't need her anymore.

You have time, though. That's your homework.

We'll think about that later. I'm going to the bathroom.

The song you're listening to is Betty and Armando's love song.

The best part is that I had the honor of singing it.

You look happy. I like that.

♪ How many times have I cried to you inconsolably? ♪

♪ I've awaken from my dreams in a barren desert ♪

I didn't think I could do it,

but if you surround yourself with the right people,

people who make you feel safe, and you believe in yourself,

it'll all work out.

It's a beautiful song. I just had to close my eyes

and connect with the lyrics.

♪ You know that I live in you ♪

It's an amazing song. We can all relate to it.

It's about an impossible love.

The story we tell in the series was turned into a song.

♪ When you're not around ♪

♪ My life is a ship ♪

♪ Without a destination, without a reason ♪

♪ What will I do if you don't come back? ♪

♪ Everything can be different ♪

♪ When you feel your heartbeat ♪

♪ Echoing in me ♪

♪ I want to tell you ♪

♪ That my love is right here ♪

"My Love Is Right Here" is the title of the song we wrote.

We wrote it just for her.

So Betty, her character,

could use that melody and those beautiful words

to tell Armando how she feels about him.

I'm very happy with the end result and proud of the team.

Marcos Santana, Alberto, Jacinto, Estefano, and Elizabeth.

Lots of love, you have my eternal gratitude.

You have no idea how much I appreciate this.

I want to tell you

That my love is right here

What'd you think? I really enjoyed it!

I hope it'll become part of the soundtrack of your life.

Listen to it a lot. See you next week!