‘Totally.’ Magda nods, and they’re near to set, now. Evie doesn’t want to be talking about this with everyone else around. Evie doesn’t want to be talking about this at all. ‘But I want you to know – staying in your room, I’ve seen the other shopping bags, and I’ve seen the clothes in your wardrobe with all the tags still on.’

Evie tries to protest, but Magda won’t let her interrupt.

‘And I’ve seen the same at home, too. When I’ve stayed over. I’ve never pried, but when you’ve told me to help myself to a sweater when we’re watching TV or whatever. I’m just not stupid is the thing. It’d be a worse thing if I didn’t ask you about it. People would kill for the paycheques you get – I know you’re not a millionaire, but it’s clear from those phone calls you’ve been having that paying your mom’s fees shouldn’t be the struggle you say it is …’

‘Magda,’ Evie warns, colour rising to her cheeks, her breath shallow. ‘That’s enough.’

‘But—’ Magda starts, but Evie holds up a hand.

‘I said, that’s enough.’

The women walk in silence through set, past the trailers to where everyone is working on a scene where Hermione and George have an argument that starts out playful, but quickly gets serious and threatens how they can move forward. Evie can see Daphne and Duke stood side by side, pointing at something on a monitor, deep in conversation.

‘Can you get me doing a thumbs up with them in the background?’ Evie asks Magda, trying to move on from the heated exchange they have just had.

‘Sure,’ Magda says, holding out a hand for Evie’s phone. Before the new directing team call action, Evie is photographed in a series of shots: she pretends to look through one of the cameras, holds the clapper board and, as Katerina passes, corrals her into posing too. They take a fun few as mirror selfies in the make-up trailer with Kayla as well, and then Evie’s reminder alert goes off, and it’s time for her to go and collect Duke’s mom.

‘I’ll see you later?’ Evie says to Magda. ‘At the hotel?’

Magda says yes, of course, and that she’s sorry. Evie doesn’t reply. She doesn’t want to say it’s okay, and she doesn’t want to say she’s sorry too, because both those things threaten to pop the lid off the can of worms and that’s not what she wants. But also, she’s tired of hating herself so much that she won’t even let herself accrue savings. It could be a relief to tell Magda. Maybe Magda will understand. Maybe Magda can help.