I’m glad that Daniel and I were able to sort things out amicably. I didn’t have any energy left for fighting with him. I think he’s happy now; he’s also living in a flat-share, with someone from his work. Things between him and Eva didn’t work out – in fact the last I heard she was moving away to start afresh somewhere else. I don’t think she ever wanted to be an ‘other woman’ – or, at the very least, to be known for it.

‘Do I remember the holiday we were on five months ago?’ I ponder out loud. ‘Oh, you mean my honeymoon, that I went on alone, but then my ex, his new bird/my ex-friend, and my best friend turned up. Oh, and I fell in love with a movie star, won 5,000 Euros, but still managed to come home heartbroken and depressed – that holiday, or a different one?’

‘All right, sarky,’ she replies. ‘Well, remember when you asked me to go on a date with that guy and you said you’d owe me a double date in return?’

‘Oh, Ali, no, please,’ I say. ‘I’m still not over Freddie. The last thing I want is to be the person who gets lumbered with your latest “special friend’s” boring, weirdo friend. And I have so much promo work to do.’

‘How’s promo coming along?’ she asks.

‘Good,’ I reply, although, truth be told, it’s a little strange reliving it.

When I got back from my holiday, after a couple of days of wallowing and feeling sorry for myself, I decided the best thing to do would be to throw myself into my work, and, just as Freddie suggested, I wrote a story based on us. Of course, in my version, the end is a little different. When you read romantic fiction, you are here for the ‘happy ever after’ – nothing else will do. In fact, readers feel cheated if they don’t get one.

So around the time where, in my real-life story, I sat Freddie down and told him that things weren’t going to work out between us, that’s where my book goes off in a completely different direction. Instead, I give my characters the ending that I wish I’d been brave enough to go for myself. My leading lady confesses her love for the handsome actor character. He tells her that he loves her too. He’s about to jet off, to film some movie, when he asks the leading lady to go with him. She can do her job anywhere, after all. So the pair fly off into the sunset together, full of hope for their future. When it comes to writing the final scene of a book, I like to keep things realistic; I don’t lay it on too thick. My love stories always end at the beginning – the beginning of the couple’s happy ever after, because that’s the most exciting part. At that point, there are years and years of a happy life on the horizon and that’s the positive note you should end a romance novel on. Not too far down the line because, in real life, that’s when things start to get difficult. Cut your audience off at the hopeful sweet spot, rather than when your couple starts arguing about whether or not their first romantic holiday in years should be to visit the set of The Lord of the Rings.