She imagines her youngster will sleep of their bed room, at least at first. Anitta, the Brazilian pop star, is holding courtroom by the impressively draped windows, flitting from table to table in a crystal-studded mini. By the looks of it, Rihanna and her crew have but to arrive—because when has timekeeping ever been her robust suit? Then I notice the host is beckoning me from the far facet of the restaurant. Turns out Rihanna is already here, ensconced in a corner by herself, waiting.