The charity dinner sparkled with strings of white lights curled across the ceiling. The chandeliers glowed soft gold, and polished silver trays floated through the room on the arms of waiters in crisp uniforms. Laughter rolled across the tables, fake and loud, the kind of laughter that was practiced. Cameras flashed, not just from journalists but from guests eager to prove they had been here, near the powerful, near the famous.

To everyone else, this was a night of glamour. To Leo and Maya, it ...