I feel my jaw drop.

‘I was expecting something lame,’ I tell him. ‘That’s amazing. I’d love to do that for my mum and dad. I’d love to do that for myself!’

‘Where is your house?’

‘It’s in London. Not the nice part though. You need to head out pretty far before you can find something affordable. We bought a fixer-upper.’

‘You and your ex?’

‘Yep,’ I reply. ‘Not sure what’s going to happen with that yet. I’m scared to even think about it.’

The waiter saves me from a difficult conversation by placing our drinks down in front of us.

‘Are you finished with the starters?’ he asks. We say yes.

As the waiter clears our plates, I take a sip of my drink and he notices an expression on my face that I didn’t realise was there.

‘Is everything okay with the drink?’ he asks.

‘Oh, yes, sorry… it’s lovely.’

He doesn’t look convinced.

‘Is everything okay with the drink?’ Freddie asks.

I laugh.

‘It’s just… it’s not as good as the one you made me,’ I admit.

‘It’s nice to know I still have it,’ he replies proudly, but then his face falls.

‘What’s wrong?’ I ask.

He gestures to our left with a dart of his eyes. I look and see Daniel and Eva being seated next to us. Oh, wonderful! I wonder what the chances are, but these tables are the luxury tables, reserved for luxury villa guests. I can’t believe he’s here, with her, using money that was supposed to be a gift for both of us. I can’t believe he kept the money; it should be returned, like all the other gifts.

While Eva seems quite preoccupied, trying to see through Freddie’s shirt through willpower alone, Daniel stares daggers at us.

I notice Freddie waving at them and realise it’s in response to Eva, who seems to think she’s on waving terms with him now.

‘I don’t know what else to do,’ he tells me through gritted teeth.

‘It’s fine,’ I say quietly. ‘Let’s not let them ruin dinner.’

‘Nothing is going to ruin my calzone,’ he replies. ‘It feels good, to take a break from clean eating.’

I quickly glance over at them but they’re no longer looking over, they’re looking at the menu and laughing together, something so simple, but it makes me so jealous.

‘Hey,’ Freddie says, trying to take my attention away from them. ‘You okay?’

‘I’m… fine.’

I don’t sound remotely fine; you can hear it in my voice. I can’t hide it.

‘Hey, can I get a porn star martini, please?’ Freddie asks the waiter.

I give him a puzzled smile.

‘Everything is going to be okay,’ he tells me as he reaches out to hold my hand. As Freddie caresses my hand with his, I feel a shiver of something run up my arm and down through my body, but then I realise he’s doing it for Daniel and Eva’s benefit – for the sake of my showmance – so I quickly nip my excitement in the bud.