Flávia is struggling with the popcorn, all flustered, letting several grains escape when they pop into the pan. Dora appears and helps her.

"You picked the wrong lid, niece!" Dora picks up the correct lid and covers the pot. But, the kitchen is already full of wasted popcorn on the floor.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Dora." Flavia regrets.

"Go get a broom to sweep this floor."

The doorbell rings, making Flávia feel in heaven.

"Better saying, go see Ms. Queiroz." Dora changes her mind.

Flavia purses her lips. Another rich lady who came to snub and show off in front of others?

She goes to the door through the living room...