Pamela is thinking about having plastic surgery after so many slaps she receives. She rubs her hand on her burning cheek and glares at Isabel. "Did everyone decide to slap me?"

"If you were a lovely person, but no; you take our calmness! How did my son see you as a girlfriend?"

Pamela notices a detail. "Aren't you even going to let me in, Mrs. Freire?"

"No! Just say what you have to say if it's worth listening to."

Pamela grits her teeth. "Do you really want to know what your son saw in me? My sensual body, he covets it and is dying to have me on our honeymoon!"...