Eventually, Lachie has to go and do his set. It’s been ages since I’ve seen him gig – obviously I can’t go to any of the weddings he does, but I miss the days when we used to work together. As he takes to the stage, the venue fills with deafening cheers and whoops – his mates have got some lungs on them. I feel a wave of pride. Lachie looks so right up there, so at ease and sexy with his ripped jeans, dark T-shirt and shaggy blond hair. With his short beard, he looks a lot like how he did when we first met, albeit with broader shoulders these days. He’s even more attractive, if that’s possible.

He casts his eyes over the audience with a lazy, delightful grin as he sits down on a stool. Then he leans towards the mic and says a simple, affectionate ‘hi’ before launching into a stripped-back acoustic version of The Killers’ ‘When You Were Young’.

‘Ah, man!’ I hear Nathan exclaim with dismay.

I cast him a sideways look.

‘I can’t believe Lucy’s missing this. She loves this song,’ he explains.

‘Is she still coming?’ She’s pretty late. I hope she’s okay.

‘Finn was throwing a tantrum, but she’s on her way,’ he promises.

Lachie catches my eye during the first instrumental section and smiles, prompting a series of tiny shivers to spiral down my spine. I still fancy him. So much.

I remember the first time I saw Lachie on stage. It was at a wedding in Scotland and, when he appeared, both Rachel and I swooned. We couldn’t take our eyes off him.

‘The hottest wedding singer I’ve ever come across, period,’ were Rachel’s exact words.

He joined us for a beer during one of his breaks. He seemed so young and flirty to me at the time – not boyfriend material in the slightest. I was shocked when he later asked if he could come up to my room. He’d caught a cab back with us to our hotel and I’d naturally assumed he was staying there. We’d had a few drinks together and I thought he was sweet, but I wasn’t about to sleep with him, the cheeky git, or let him crash on my floor, which was his next question.

He ended up kipping in his car – he didn’t have a hotel room booked, after all. I felt a little bad about that, but he didn’t seem fazed. That was just what he was like – free and easy.

Not long afterwards, he rocked up in London and sought me out – I’d told him where I worked. We became friends, although he later revealed he’d had the hots for me from the beginning. I was so caught up in Alex that I didn’t have room in my heart – or life – for anyone else, even though the situation with Alex was hopeless.