Diego’s house in Polanco was a monstrous display of luxury: eight stories, endless windows, and a foyer that looked like it belonged in a museum. But the luxury didn’t impress Doña Elena as much as the cold gaze of Mariana, her daughter-in-law.

Tall, elegant, perfectly made up… but with an expression that concealed nothing.

No joy whatsoever.

No welcome at all.

Barely an uneasy tolerance.