Even Juanita could not ignore what was happening, Diaz was within an inch of jumping off his chair to go help, if it wouldn't alert Imelda, so he could only frantically wave his arms in hopes of getting his attention, but this was a fruitless effort.

"You know, it really wasn't supposed to be this smooth." Ernesto said putting his hair back on and opening the box of chocolates. "I saw my first opportunity when i got a glimpse at reservations. Oh i know i might be fired, but it'll be worth it, and who knows? I might still get to keep my job, anyway gracias senor for the choco-"

Hector jumped out of his seat once more tackling Ernesto shaking him around and punching his skull, others jumped from their seats to get a good look at the spectacle, some helped tried to pull Hector off, but it was useless.

"HECTOR RIVERA!" Called the seething voice of Imelda.

Hector went wide eyed, looked down one last time to see a chuckling Ernesto

"Now i know i'll be able to keep my job after this." He whispered before gesturing to behind him.

Hector turned around before Imelda grabbed him around the collar yanking him onto his feet.

"Hector! Of all the deplorable, absurd things you've done embarrassing me! This is TOO FAR!" Imelda said throwing him into his seat before storming off.

"Imelda! IMELDA!" Hector called running after her.

He followed her trying to speak to her, beg for her forgiveness, while Diaz and Juanita were discussing the situation.

"I admit it! I can't match Hector with Imelda, but Juanita you can fix this! Please! You gotta!" Diaz said pleadingly.

"No, i refuse." Juanita said turning around arms crossed.

"Juanita, how can you be so selfish?" Diaz said.

"Selfish? ME?!" She said turning around about ready to smack her husband in the face. "WHO JUST HAD TO BUTT INTO OUR DAUGHTER'S AFTERLIFE FOR HIS OWN ROMANTIC ENTERTAINMENT!? WHO FORGOT TO THANK ME FOR GETTING US RESERVATIONS TO HERE?! Who became . . . Who became so wrapped up in the love story of his daughter, that he failed to acknowledge his own wife, even once on Valentine's day?"

"Juanita, i didn't realize i had-" Diaz said about to cry, as was Juanita.

"When was the last time you wrote me a song? " Juanita questioned. "When was the last time you were intimate with me? When was the last time you even whispered amor to me?"

Diaz was left looking at his feet in shame.

"I love you, and I love Imelda, but i came here, not for her, not for Hector, but for one last absurd hope, that you still wished to see us, as you wished to see them . . . Let them work it out, that's what i would have done in the beginning."

Juanita got up, and left, Diaz was alone, similar to Hector who was now outside his mansion feeling more alone then ever before.