The four of them let the question hang. Nobody knows anything, and it’s cold, so they decide to head back to Duke’s trailer with some hot chocolate – Daphne and Duke waiting to be called back, Magda and Evie because, they say, they’d rather stick around to get the warts and all movie-making experience than disappear and go shopping again.

‘Not that there’s anything left here to buy,’ Magda quips as they walk. ‘We’ve shopped till we’ve dropped.’

‘You did?’ Duke asks her, and he swears that Evie blushes a bit. ‘Hey,’ he adds. ‘Don’t be embarrassed. When I was last in Rome I blew so much at the Gucci store that I also had to buy another Gucci luggage set to get it home in. No judgement here.’ He holds up his hands.

‘I bought like, two sweaters,’ Evie mumbles, and Duke decides not to try and bond over tales of shopping again, since it seems like an oddly sore topic. They reach his trailer, and he stands back to let the women go ahead of him, Daphne first, then Magda, then Evie. Duke can’t help it – he reaches out a hand to brush her fingertips with his own.

‘Hey,’ he says.

‘Hey,’ she replies, with a coy smile. God he wants to kiss her again. He daren’t say anything else, but it sates him to see the glint in Evie’s eye. He feels vaguely like a schoolboy with his first crush.

‘So this is the inside of a Hollywood trailer, is it?’ Magda observes as they all disrobe from their winter warmers and pile hats and coats and gloves high on a chair in the corner. ‘I don’t mean to sound rude,’ she continues, ‘but I expected something more …’

‘Glamorous?’ provides Daphne, and Magda pulls a face. ‘Me too,’ she continues, laughing. ‘But if I say that, I get called a diva.’

‘God, I don’t know how you do it,’ Evie says, as Duke texts his assistant for the hot chocolates. He doesn’t have anything to make them with here, and they’ll be nicer from a proper little German café or market stall anyway.

‘What, slum it in a bad trailer?’ Daphne quips.

‘No.’ Evie laughs. ‘Moderating yourself all the time in case you get a reputation.’

‘Oh,’ Daphne says, with a big sigh. ‘You don’t know the half of it. Although I deal with it better than you do, don’t I, Duke?’ She self-corrects, then. ‘Well, not better. I mean – you struggle more. You don’t like it, do you?’

‘Nope,’ Duke says. ‘But that’s what therapists are for.’

‘Quite,’ Daphne agrees, taking the hint that he doesn’t really want to talk about that.

‘Do you think this thing with Brad will delay the shoot at all?’ Evie asks, taking the hint too. ‘It’s so close to Christmas …’