‘Awesome,’ Freddie says.

As Daniel and Eva are shown the door, he looks back at me, eyeballing us with a real resentment.

As soon as they’re gone, Freddie quickly lets go of me. The show is officially over.

‘I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t overstep the mark,’ he says hurriedly. ‘I could hear him, from outside, and… I don’t know, I thought maybe if I pretended we were together…’

‘Thank you,’ I say, wiping the tear that has escaped my eye. It hasn’t escaped Freddie’s attention though.

‘Hey, do you want me to go?’ he says. ‘I can give you some privacy, check in with you later?’

‘Thanks,’ I say.

Freddie gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze before heading back outside.

Initially, seeing Daniel just made me angry. Then, when Freddie stepped in, I started to feel smug. But it wasn’t a genuine smugness. I don’t actually have a movie-star lover. Still, it felt great, having them both see me here with a genuine Hollywood movie star, and not crying my eyes out over a bottle of champagne and a jar of Nutella.

Now that they’re being checked into the suite next to mine… I just feel sick. The thought of sharing a wall with them makes me feel sick, knowing they’re together behind, hearing them on the other side…

I feel as if I have one foot in paradise, and the other in hell, and now all I want to do is go home.

14

Day 6

You can always rely on your best friend for good advice, and Ali’s advice regarding Daniel turning up was: ‘Fuck him. Fuck him and fuck his dumb little bimbo too.’

I don’t imagine she meant literally, but you never know with Ali.

She told me that under no circumstances am I allowed to abandon this holiday, just because they have shown up. She says that I was here first and that I should stand my ground.

I decided not to tell her about Freddie, because I imagine her advice would be exactly the same: ‘Fuck him’ – and this time she would mean it literally. Ali is a firm believer that the best way to get over a man is to get under another one, but I can’t do that. Even if I thought it was a good idea, I don’t think I’d be brave enough to try. I’m not exactly firing on all cylinders, self-confidence-wise, at the moment.

I text her back and tell her not to worry about me, and to enjoy her date tonight. There’s no sense in both of us having no love life, is there?

Someone who isn’t without a love life is Daniel, my ex – do I call him my ex now? I suppose it feels weird because we never formally broke up, but we absolutely have and, if there was any doubt in my mind, the fact that I can hear Eva squealing through the wall is all the confirmation I would need.

A knock on the front door jerks me from my thoughts.