‘You’ve not seen Duke, have you?’ she asks, noting how beautiful Daphne looks in her hair and make-up. They’re filming a horse-drawn carriage scene today, through incredibly picturesque streets, and Daphne looks every inch the girl-next-door leading lady. It’s unfair, really, that she should be so gorgeous and so smart that she can direct, too.

‘I haven’t lately,’ says Daphne, trying to do a million jobs at once – look gorgeous, hold a clipboard, not ruin her costume. ‘He’s due on set soon, so just wait around, maybe?’

‘Okay, thanks,’ Evie says. ‘Break a leg! You look great.’

‘Thanks,’ Daphne says smiling. ‘It’s non-stop here!’

Evie goes to say hi to the make-up girls, since she’s here and nobody seems to be in their trailer, and by the time she comes out, Duke is preoccupied with filming and it feels creepy to just stand and watch. She’d only be another set of eyeballs on an otherwise busy set, but she’d be the only person there without a specific purpose and to loiter makes her feel like one of his many adoring fans waiting by the set barriers, just hoping to get a glimpse. Instead, she calls Magda.

‘Hey,’ she says. ‘I wasn’t expecting you to answer. I thought you’d be balls-deep in—’

Before she can finish, Magda interrupts her in hushed tones and says, ‘I am. I’m with Markus. I just picked up to make sure you’re okay.’

‘Me? Oh yes. I’m fine. Just waiting to pour my heart out to a man I’ve been willingly keeping at arm’s length, but I’ve realised I owe him a lot more on account of him being incredibly decent … but I’m fine. I can hold all that in for another … ooh, I don’t know? Five minutes, at least.’

‘You sound very emotionally healthy,’ Magda retorts, drolly, and then she can hear something in the background, giggles, and a muffled whisper akin to Markus! Stop that! or similar.

‘Things sound like they’re going nauseatingly well with Mr Service Station,’ Evie notes.

‘I can’t possibly comment on that,’ Magda says, and it’s obvious Markus is listening. She’s stayed behind to spend some extra time with him, and Evie can’t fault her. Magda deserves it. ‘But listen, you need me and I’m there in a shot, okay?’

‘I know,’ Evie replies. ‘But it’s all good here. Enjoy your man while you can, and text me later, okay?’

‘Okay,’ Magda says, and before she hangs up Evie can hear more delighted squealing. Other people’s happiness is gross – even when that other person is your best friend.

‘Right,’ Evie says to herself, clapping her hands together and looking around. ‘Okay then …’