‘It’s working,’ Freddie whispers to me.

I look over at Daniel, who is staggering to one side as if he’s trying to walk home after a few too many. Eva has sagged, practically down to behind his knees.

‘Just hang on,’ he groans. He’s panting like a pregnant lady on a labour ward, and the tiny woman partially hanging between his legs isn’t helping to dissuade this comparison.

‘I can’t,’ Eva says, breathy but casually. She doesn’t seem to care all that much about winning the round. I suppose she knows that they’ll go through to the next round regardless of whether they win.

Daniel and I are trapped in this unspoken standoff, both so desperate to win, to get one over on each other. Lucky for me I picked a stronger person to compete with.

Having had enough, consequences be damned, Eva simply lets go of Daniel's neck. Of course, Daniel is still holding onto her legs for dear life, so as Eva goes down, landing on her back on the dance floor with a thump that makes me wince, it’s only a split second before Daniel falls backwards, landing on top of her. I wince again.

There is a beat of silence before every single holidaymaker in the audience erupts into laughter. Well, this is their entertainment, this lowbrow version of the Colosseum. And it’s such infectious laughter, with Freddie quickly coming down with a case of it too. It isn’t long before I catch it, unable to keep a straight face as they hurry to their feet, Daniel yelling at Eva for showing him up.

As Zoey announces us the winners, Freddie lifts me up like a trophy before gently placing me down next to him. An unimpressed Daniel marches over to us.

‘What are you laughing at, eh?’ he asks. He sounds so northern when he’s angry. I think it takes Freddie a second to realise what’s happening. ‘I said, what are you laughing at, mate?’

As my angry little ex squares up to my mountain of a fake boyfriend, in front of all these people, I take it upon myself to step between them.

‘It’s just a bit of fun, Dan, calm down,’ Freddie insists as his amusement fizzles out.

‘My name isn’t Dan,’ Daniel says angrily.

‘And I’m not your mate,’ Freddie replies. ‘So let’s call it even.’

I am momentarily distracted as a light catches my eye. Eva’s necklace has come out from under her top and is reflecting one of the spotlights into my eye. I am about to look away when I realise the necklace looks familiar.

‘Is that my necklace?’ I ask.

‘What?’ she replies. ‘No. Of course not.’

She quickly tucks it back behind her neckline, but it’s too late, I’ve already seen it.

A neat pink stone set inside a halo of diamonds on a rose-gold chain. Daniel bought me it as a pre-wedding present. It wasn’t my style at all, but after I happened upon it by accident, when he was planning on surprising me with it, I felt bad.