Then, out of the blue, because I’m not thinking about him or us or that skinny cow from his office Rhiannon, Jordan says, ‘I miss you, Grace. I’m sleeping on a futon in Robert’s studio. I’m barely eating. I’m not sleeping.’ Jordan rambles on nervously. Quietly, because we’re not supposed to be talking, although the whole room seems to be as people strut on and off the stage in between laughter and applause. ‘Not that Robert is home much. I’ve practically got his place to myself. He’s been putting himself about left, right and centre, as only Robert can. I have a few tales to share...’

He laughs lightly. Instinctively, I do too. Robert’s romantic misadventures.

Only, this isn’t jovial. Jordan also had his own shot at putting himself about, how quickly he took up with Rhiannon. And why is he telling me this now if he’s still with her?

‘Jordan, missing me looking after you isn’t the same as missing me. Why don’t you move in with your new girlfriend?’ I don’t bother to hide my bitterness, because while my words may be scathing, my heart isn’t holding a grudge for what Jordan put me through. My heart is free. And if I can find the courage to chase it down properly, ready to love again.

‘She lives with her parents.’ Of course she does. ‘Also, we broke up. Rhiannon left Baker & Staines. I had to change my number. She wouldn’t leave me alone.’

‘That’s what you get for dating a twenty-one-year-old,’ I say.

Without warning, Jordan turns in his seat to face me. Dramatically putting down his glass on to the table first, he kisses me – I expected a rebuke for my sharp comment. Instead, right here at the table at the TIARAs, Jordan leans his face right up close to mine, parts my closed lips with his tongue, and kisses me.

Compared to the way Carlos seduced me, every time, it’s devoid of passion.

Compared to the way Harry looks at me, always, it’s without feeling.

I put my hand to Jordan’s chest and push him off me.

Jordan studies me warily, the way he always has done.

‘I don’t want Rhiannon,’ he says. ‘She was a mistake. Robert tried to warn me. Grace, I want you. I should have always only wanted you.’

I glance at the SC6 table and Harry is staring at us.

My world shrinks. Sounds muffle. My breath catches. Pennies fall.

I remember the late nights Jordan worked. The shirty phone calls when I rang his office. The wine glasses in my kitchen. The tangled bedsheets on our bed. Oh God, was he even with her at Christmas?

‘Jordan, how long were you seeing her? Was she in our home? Did you sleep with her in our bed?’

The audience claps wildly after another announcement.