Joe, not Joseph, I note.

He’s a lot taller than I thought he’d be, with short, dark hair and dark-brown eyes. He’s wearing casual grey cargo pants and a faded black T-shirt, but his biceps protrude from under his sleeves and I don’t need to have seen his films to know how defined his abs are under that top.

I try to still my beating heart.

Don’t be stupid, Bronte, they’re just people.

‘And who are you?’ I ask in a sweet voice, bending to put my kitbag on the floor.

‘This is Becca,’ Joe says fondly, taking his seat again. ‘Okay, okay, it’s coming,’ he chides his daughter gently, spooning another mouthful of soggy Weetabix into her waiting mouth.

I know her name, of course. And I know that she’s seven months old. But at that moment, I wish I didn’t. I wish this were just an ordinary wedding between two ordinary people. I don’t want to ask questions that I already know the answers to, and I genuinely wish that I didn’t already know the answers.

‘You want another coffee, Joe?’ Alice interrupts, filling up the kettle and putting it on the Aga.

Don’t they have a cook to do this sort of thing?

At that moment, a small boy wanders sleepily into the room, dressed in Spider-Man PJs. Alice scoops him up.

‘Good morning, precious,’ she says softly, kissing him on his nose. The child rubs at his eyes and yawns.

Unsure if it’s the right thing to do, but willing to take the risk, I quickly unzip my kitbag, getting out my camera and the lens I use to take portraits.

‘Is this okay?’ I ask Joe in a whisper.

‘Go for it,’ he replies.

I snap off a couple of candid shots so I don’t miss the moment, then put my camera down and smile at Jack, Joe and Alice’s son.

‘All right, little man?’ Joe asks him. ‘You slept well.’

Jack yawns again and buries his face against Alice’s neck.

‘Better than me,’ Joe adds with a wry smile at his fiancée.

Alice smiles and taps her son on his back. ‘This is Bronte,’ she says. Jack lifts his head to look at me with his soulful dark eyes. ‘She’s taking some pictures of Mummy and Daddy’s wedding day.’

‘Hi,’ he says in a cute, groggy voice. What a sweetheart.

Rachel arrives soon afterwards and the atmosphere remains laidback and lovely. Misha has gone straight to the country house where Alice’s parents and the couple’s close friends are getting ready. I really liked Misha when I met her earlier this week – we’ve never worked together before – but she has an easy-going, likeable nature, and apparently she and Alice have already bonded over morning-sickness woes.

It soon becomes clear that the Strikes don’t have any staff, at least not in their home. There’s a bodyguard next door who keeps an eye on security and who can be here at a moment’s notice if necessary, but on the whole the family appear to strive to have as normal a life as possible.