She’s in a people carrier with Magda, Daphne and Duke, who has barely said a word since they got in the car forty minutes ago. Now isn’t the time to push him, not when they’re with the others. He’s agreed to be photographed one last time with Evie, though she hasn’t explained the real reason behind it yet: so she can know if Katerina really is the one selling stories to the papers. If she is, Evie hasn’t quite figured out what she’d like to do about it, but they can cross that bridge when they get to it. For now, Duke thinks he’s simply continuing with their fauxmance for the good of the movie, which he has an even bigger investment than ever in as director. And so here they are, ready to be papped. Evie will explain to him later who the leak is, if Magda’s suspicions are true.

If the Disney logo was a real castle outside of a theme park, it would be Neuschwanstein. White stone turrets of various heights rise and fall in peaks and troughs, with a solid stone block of a base at the bottom, then another big stone block above that, but set further back, so that it almost looks like the castle is set into the hills from a distance. Up close it serves to simply make Evie feel teeny-tiny, but in a good way. She doesn’t mind being reminded every so often that her place in the universe is actually minuscule, that the world does not keep turning on every breath she takes. She’s just a person, with lots of other people, on a planet that has sweeping landscapes and snow-covered trees and hills as tall as giants.

‘Shall we get this over with?’ Duke grumbles when the door is opened by their driver, and Evie’s heart drops just enough to let her know that she’s hurt by his mood. If she thought they could gloss over whatever happened the other night, after they slept together, she was wrong. Although, Daphne had said something had happened with his mom. Maybe Evie doesn’t need to take this so personally. Maybe she can just be there for him, as a friend, all sex aside. She’s been enjoying that – the friendship bit. As they file out of the car, Evie doesn’t need any instructions about where to go or how to play it. She’s a dab hand at all this by now: she knows that if they walk and talk for long enough, Carter, Duke’s PR, or the producers, will have planted a pap who will catch it all.

‘This way?’ she suggests to Duke, pointing towards a path looping around the lower part of the castle. He nods. They set off.