‘I don’t know about star,’ I reply.

‘We wish we could do what you do.’

‘You mean, you wish you could cook?’

‘Ha.’

‘Yes, that too.’

They giggle as one.

‘The girls are also on my books,’ Harry says. He’s smiling at them protectively.

Where moments ago, I’d been aflutter, I’m smarting.

‘Harry, you take such good care of us,’ says one of them – I’ve already forgotten who is who.

‘As I do all my special clients,’ Harry says, looking at me.

What does he mean by this?

‘It’s lovely to meet you both,’ I say, deliberately not answering him. I’ve had too much champagne to interpret his mixed messages – and maybe they’re not mixed. Maybe Harry is simply a big fat flirt with everyone he meets, and I’m nobody special to him at all. My mother, me, these glamour girls in tiny dresses – perhaps Harry simply cannot help himself?

‘Please, join us,’ I say, most graciously.

The girls pile one on top of the other’s lap on the only spare chair. Harry disappears swiftly under the pretext of finding another for himself. He is soon schmoozing several tables away with other people, where there are spare chairs aplenty.

‘So, Bip?’

‘No, I’m Ban.’ Both girls giggle. ‘She’s Bip.’

The girl on the seat squeezes the waist of the girl on her lap. Their dresses are so mini, I’m sure if I squinted, I’d see panties. Assuming, that is, they’re wearing any. Their boobs are enormous, and enormously upright. I bet they look awful without make-up.

‘Don’t worry, everyone confuses us.’

‘We look so alike.’

‘Are you twins?’ I ask.

‘Oh, no.’

‘Sisters.’

‘Half-sisters.’

‘But the best of friends.’

‘You look like Barbie twins,’ I say.

Faith kicks me under the table. The girls giggle.

‘That’s cute.’

‘I like it too.’

‘I wish we were twins,’ they carry on.

The back and forth is making me giddy again. Harry hasn’t returned. I can’t see him any longer. I decide to find out more.

‘You know Harry well?’ I ask. Faith raises an eyebrow.

‘Well, we’ve never lived together.’

‘But we’ve known him forever.’

‘So I’d say we know him very well.’

‘I’d say Harry knows us even better.’

‘Oh yes.’

‘Yes. For sure.’

The girls smile sweetly at me. I nearly bite my tongue off. Who are they? Is Harry dating the pair of them? One of them? Are they just friends? I almost don’t want to know. I press on regardless.

‘And Harry is also your agent. You’re obviously… models?’

‘Oh, yes, we are. Thank you.’

‘And you spend a lot of time together, with Harry?’.

I refuse to catch her eye, but without looking, I feel Faith’s eyes boring into me.

Poppy grins at us all. The girls start up again. ‘Harry is very busy with his agency.’