A figure appeared in the corner of the frame. Blonde hair in a high bun, tight blazer, and a smile that only existed when no one was watching: Carly.

She approached the cart, glanced around, lifted the napkin on the top tray, and sprinkled something over the empadinhas.

Aster pressed his lips together. We fast-forwarded. A staff member appeared, searching for the cart. Carly returned to the frame, pointing as if “helping.” The young man headed toward the grand ballroom, where the empadinhas ...