He, on the other hand, smiled like he was genuinely happy we’d run into each other. He’d always had a knockout smile, and his new immaculately groomed beard only made it knockoutier. Prick, prick, total prick. “Hasn’t it?” He turned to the implausibly perfect-looking young man by his side, a vision in glitter and rainbows. “JoJo this is Luc, Luc this is JoJo.”

“Hi.” JoJo stood on tiptoes to kiss me on both cheeks. “So how do you know Miles?”

Had he not even mentioned me? Then again, how would you? By the way, darling, you should know that my last relationship ended because I totally fucked the guy over? “Oh, we…we used to date.”

Miles had circled around and was standing very close to me now. And he’d put a hand on the small of my back in a way that was one part friendly, one part possessive. “Crazy times, right, Luc? And we’ve got so much catching up to do. Do you want to join us for a drink?”

Even if I hadn’t needed to get back to Bridge’s party, that would have ranked pretty low on my things-I-want-to-do list, somewhere between getting my eyebrows burned off with a chef’s blowtorch and spending a weekend in a bath full of dead squid. “I’d love to,” I said, “but I’m actually really busy right now. Bridge is getting married and she’s made me her maid of honour and my boyfriend is going to show up any minute—” The moment I mentioned Oliver, I realised how pathetic I sounded. I might as well have come straight out and added, But you wouldn’t know him because he goes to a different school.

“Oh, you’re still friends with Bridge?” said Miles. “Cool. I know you two always had that—y’know—that nineties gay-best-friend thing going on.”

Was he serious? Was he fucking serious? “I’m not sure I’d put it quite…”

“And on the subject of weddings”—JoJo was beaming like a cartoon sun—“can I tell him?”

Miles kissed his boyfriend on the top of his tiny head. “I think you’re going to have to now.”

“We’re getting married!”

I looked down at JoJo’s outstretched hand, and sure enough, there was a sparkling band of diamonds, chosen with way more taste than I would ever have had and, honestly, way more taste than I would have expected Miles to have. Maybe he’d bought it with the money he got for selling me out. “Oh,” I said, and then, realising that he was probably expecting a slightly bigger reaction, I added, “Congratulations.”