Saturday. Josias will stay in the penthouse to spend time with his family.

Flávia serves breakfast thinking about what Uélton said. In the dining room, Josias, Melissa, and Caio are at the rectangular table choosing the options.

"Yeah, peanut butter!" Caio vibrates.

"Enjoy it while you still don't have pimples." Josias jokes.

"What is it, uncle?"

"You'll find out at twelve."

Melissa smiles. Flávia leaves the coffee pot with her face expressing concern.

Josias notices the maid's restlessness. "Is there a problem, Flávia?"

"Uélton said that—"

Josias cuts her off, but gently, "Flávia, first of all, never start a sentence with 'Uélton said'. We all know he's a hardened gossip...