"That was her mom, right? At the end, with all the -- fanciness?" Annie asked, trying to follow along. "I mean...yeah."

Annie glanced up at Diego, giving a rueful little shrug. "If anyone can sympathize with being lied to by your own mom your entire life, it's me. And I can't fault her taste in men."

Execution was seriously lacking, though.

"I hope she's okay."