"You get to do the popping thing," Annie said, faux-enviously, as she pulled out her phone to send an order down to the dining room for chocolate-covered strawberries. (It was things like this -- not to mention the elevator ride -- that made her really grateful that Diego had become a very much open secret around the tower, even if she still kept her answers regarding her relationship status evasive in interviews.) "I've never actually opened my own champagne before."

She knew better than to, like, stare down the neck of the bottle while it was being popped, though.