It’s a hearts and flowers moment. I can’t say I’m in control of my emotions as my mind wanders to picture a future where it could even be Harry and me in a playground with him pushing a swing with a little bundle of joy squealing, ‘Daddy, higher,’ me smiling at them proudly. I almost don’t want to put the brakes on – I’ve never before envisioned what it would be like having a family. No wonder my mother has been gunning for me to be with this man, in particular, since the get-go.

Harry smiles his lopsided grin.

My stomach somersaults inside the pretty Ted Baker dress I’m still wearing from the shoot.

‘You always smell so good Harry,’ I say. ‘Why is that?’

‘Have you made plans for the TIARAs?’ he says. An odd reply. I play along.

‘The Television Innovation and Recording Awards?’

‘Yes.’

‘Usually, I watch with popcorn and wine from my sofa. Unless you’re inviting me to the actual TIARAs, dear agent?’

‘You’re invited.’

I was playing obtuse. Now, I’m shocked.

‘Goodness,’ I gasp. ‘You really must think a lot of me, Harry.’

‘I’ve told you I do.’

‘Oh, well, um.’

‘We’re all invited,’ he goes on. ‘Joanna said she’d distributed the official invitations?’

I take a gold embossed envelope from my handbag. It arrived at home by post yesterday. I’d presumed it was an invitation to another wedding of the son or daughter of some friend of my parents – an invitation I’d come up with an excuse to decline.

‘The after-parties tend to be the most fun,’ Harry says. ‘It’s plus one for the awards. I’m thinking I may ask your mother.’

‘Ha! She’d love that!’

‘If you can’t think of anyone as yours, I’m happy to help.’ Harry smiles.

No thank you, Harry,’ I say. And I’m quick to do so. I don’t need his help to find a date – although, maybe I do. But I don’t want my romantic life part of his package deal to look after the show and me personally. Hearts and flowers! What a ninny I’ve been to imagine it. Thank heavens I didn’t throw myself at Harry this time – the spontaneous hug was purely platonic. It was the feelings that followed that could have been troubling. But anyway, they’ve been nipped in the bud.

I realise I sounded rude, and Harry appears taken aback.

‘I’m sure I can sort myself out, thank you for asking,’ I add.

I’ve no immediate idea who I’ll bring, but I refuse to have my personal life become a charity case. I tuck the envelope away in my purse.

Harry doesn’t say anything further. He tilts his head to one side and oh, those darker than chocolate eyes. I can so easily get lost in those eyes.