The air hostess notices our empty glasses and tops us up. It’s probably best I pace myself for a while now.

‘So your brother is getting married, you said?’

‘Yes, Antonio. He has known his girlfriend since school. They’re very happy together. It would have broken my heart to miss their wedding and I missed my flight earlier. I read the wrong time. Antonio is my twin – we’re like two halves of the same person. I’m his best man. It would have ruined his day.’

‘So I did something good today,’ I say with a smile.

‘Yes, bella, you did something very good.’

I sit back in my seat, able to relax, just a little. I don’t take out my laptop as I had planned. I just don’t feel in the mood for writing romance right now. Anything I try to write, it’s going to come out all bitter and horrible – the best I could hope for is sarcasm, which isn’t really the most romantic tone out there.

‘It’s very brave, to go on honeymoon alone,’ Angelo says, finally at ease enough to enjoy his free champagne. ‘You are a brave woman.’

‘Hmm, I don’t know about that,’ I reply. ‘Just between us… I'm not doing this because I’m brave, I’m doing it because I’m scared. I’m scared to face my fiancé – or ex-fiancé, or whatever. I’m scared of what happens next. I don’t want to talk to him about what we do with the house, or how we split our Blu-ray collection, or who gets the expensive mattress we’ve just bought, which I honestly think he’s going to have to physically fight me for because I love it.’

Angelo laughs.

As that sentence went on, I could feel it getting more and more tragic, and my words becoming more and more emotional. A U-turn into a joke (that is based on something real, as all good jokes are) was my only option.

The truth is that, while I am scared of all those things, there is one thing that scares me even more. It’s the thought of talking to Daniel, and of some little part of me thinking we can work this out because maybe things aren’t so bad… but he said he loved her, and if he loves her, does he even love me? Can he even love me? And if he doesn’t love me, well, I couldn’t take him back even if I wanted to, could I?

‘You should just forget about him,’ Angelo suggests. ‘Have a nice time. Napoli is beautiful. You can see the sights, eat good food, go dancing…’

‘I erm, I’m not actually stopping in Naples,’ I reply. ‘I’m catching a boat there, to San Valentino.’

I blush a little, saying Italian words to a real Italian, knowing I probably butchered them.

‘Oh, you’re going there?’ he replies.

‘Yes…’

‘I’ve heard all about it,’ he continues, an unsure look on his face.

‘Is it nice?’

‘It’s nice for a honeymoon,’ he replies with a shrug of his shoulders.