‘Thank you,’ I mouth to him.

‘I promise you, you are going to have an incredible holiday, no matter what,’ he insists.

I smile.

‘I hope so.’

The waiter places Freddie’s cocktail down in front of him. He picks up the shot glass of champagne.

‘Grab yours,’ he says.

‘My drink?’

‘Yeah, we’re toasting,’ he replies. ‘That’s what you said you do, right? With your free mini drink.’

‘Oh, God, that is what I said, isn’t it?’ I reply with an awkward laugh.

‘You did, so come on,’ he insists, raising his glass.

I do as he says.

‘What are we toasting?’

‘To us,’ he says. ‘And our honeymoon period.’

‘To our honeymoon period,’ I say.

I can feel my smile stretching so wide across my face, I’m worried it’s going to run out of space. As Freddie rubs my hand I can feel my cheeks growing warmer – I hope it doesn’t show.

I just need to remind myself that he’s acting… and he’s doing a great job too, because I’ve never seen Daniel look more jealous.

17

Day 7

I have woken up in a remarkably good mood, which is not something I anticipated, given that I’m on my honeymoon without a husband and with my ex and his new bird in the room next door.

Last night Freddie and I finished our meal and left the restaurant as soon as possible. We had a one-course lead on Daniel and Eva, which meant we could get out of there before they did.

We enjoyed a nice slow walk back up to the villa, stopping at the viewing point halfway up the hill to take in the view. It doesn’t matter what time of day it is, or what the weather is like, this place is always gorgeous, no matter which direction you’re looking in.

As we got to our front doors my mood slipped a little, the thought of going inside alone and knowing Daniel and Eva would be coming back together weighing heavy on my mind. Freddie couldn’t have been cuter though, doing a bit about getting me home before my curfew my parents set, and saying he’d better not kiss me, in case my dad was watching. It was the perfect (not real) end to a perfect (not real) date.

It was nice, walking with Freddie, getting to know more about him – more than you’d find out by watching his Jimmy Kimmel interview. OK, yes, I did look up a few of his interviews after I got home last night, just because I was curious and because I could.

I have to say, TV Freddie and real Freddie are pretty much the same person. Even when he’s doing an interview, with adoring fans in the audience and a famous interviewer asking him about his massive success, he’s still so down to earth. It’s almost as if he doesn’t know how to be a movie star yet, as if he missed the memo that says he’s supposed to be an arsehole – a designer-clothes-wearing, model-shagging, egotistical arsehole.