The kiss was new. Unsure if it was from him or his sisters, I’d speculated if maybe my recollection of Thursday night was inaccurate. If, perhaps, right before I passed out, Harry intended to declare the infatuation with me his sisters had ballyhooed on about all night. If Harry were madly keen on me, beyond being my agent, surely Faith would support us giving things a shot?

Without delay, I’d texted back.

Not at all. They were wonderful, and looked out for me. Give them my love. Are you on set this week? x

Will try to make it, H

And that settled that.

None of it changes anything with Jordan, I remind myself confidently. We broke up. End of.

‘You said not to come back unless it was to clean,’ Jordan says.

What’s he playing at?

‘It doesn’t change anything else I said, Jordan.’

‘I know, Grace.’ His voice is croaky. He looks exhausted. ‘I’ve been working around the clock. We got a whole bunch of accounts in at once and—’

‘I don’t need to hear about your work.’

‘Right. I was just explaining why I haven’t been back to help with the mess’

The flat is nowhere near as bad as when he left it. Jordan’s never given a toss about helping me with any of the housework. Though it’s only been two nights, a lot has happened to me since Thursday morning.

‘Hello, Jordan,’ Faith says, coming up the stairs.

Nervously, Jordan kisses her hello on the cheeks. He’s every reason to believe she knows every detail of what’s gone on between us.

‘I couldn’t believe it,’ Faith says. ‘This place, usually so immaculate because Gracie is a domestic goddess, looked like a giant litter tray.’

Jordan sucks his breath in and nods.

He launches into a polished explanation about the mishap with Benny, giving a comedic slant to his attempt at making pellet-shaped morsels out of the Pussy Paws wet food with my piping bag. It’s the first time Faith – or I – hear of the incident in detail. Jordan, in advertising executive mode, sells us a story that, despite the circumstances, has Faith finishing off with a laugh that she warned me to stick with his Royal Canin.

‘Regardless, Benny was a trooper,’ Jordan insists. ‘Really helped us out. The team at Pussy Paws were most impressed, and believe I actually have a cat. How can I thank you properly?’ Jordan glances nervously at me.

‘You can help us clean this flat before the solicitor gets here,’ Faith says. ‘I won’t beat around the bush and pretend I don’t know what’s going on with you two. But for your information, Gracie may well get kicked out of this beautiful flat that she’s lived in and cared for since she moved to London. I, for one, am not keen to see that happen.’

‘Crickey. Right.’