They snap a few photos in their masks before taking them off, along with their suit jackets, and continue to take pictures. Cameron jumps on Ethan’s back, and they seem to be actually having fun. I think of what he said in the shower block – ‘I sometimes wish we weren’t related’. And yet right now that doesn’t seem to be the case at all.

‘We kinda match them,’ Bec says, holding the slack of her black dress up against the white of my suit.

‘I suppose we do,’ I say. ‘Maybe we should be a couple?’

Chase laughs. ‘As if you’d know what to do with her, Zach.’

‘I’ll have you know I used to have a girlfriend,’ I say. ‘I was thirteen, but …’

Bec snorts at that. ‘Well, if it’s any consolation, none of these straight boys know what to do with me either. And I’m speaking from experience.’

I raise an eyebrow. ‘Got your eye on anyone this evening?’

‘There is one person,’ she says. ‘But I think he’s got eyes for someone else.’

‘Someone else? Have you seen yourself? You’re the hottest girl here!’

‘That’s true,’ she says, flicking her hair back. ‘But that doesn’t mean I’m everyone’s type.’ A ridiculous statement, honestly. You’d have to be blind.

‘Why don’t you two get a photo with them?’ Chase says, nodding in Ethan and Cameron’s direction. ‘In your matching outfits. It’ll give you a chance to talk to Cameron, Zach.’

‘But then we’ll also have to talk to Ethan,’ I say with a groan.

‘You know, sometimes I think he’s just Tiffany’s puppet,’ Bec says. ‘He’s a dick, I’m not denying that, but … maybe he’d be nicer if it wasn’t for her pulling his strings?’

‘He bullies Owen for no reason,’ I say. ‘Let’s not forget that.’

‘And I think one day he’ll regret it,’ she retorts. ‘Tiffany on the other hand …’

I glance across at her. She’s wearing a red dress with a matching mask and shoes. I can hear her loudly dropping names like Marc Jacobs and Jimmy Choo. I don’t really know who those people are, but I know they’re synonymous with expensive. Her designer bag is shaped like a glittering heart – not a love heart, but an actual human heart. Ripped from someone’s chest no doubt. Some of the other girls are fawning over her, admiring every detail as she holds the hideous thing up for them to get a closer look. Her outfit is probably worth more than Mum’s house. The bag alone would probably require a mortgage.

Rhys is standing next to her, dressed in a plain black suit with a plain black mask. It’s funny because Kellen used to complain about exactly this. He’d say it was misogynistic for girls to be expected to dress in extravagant colours while guys wore the same dull suits to every occasion. I look around for him again. He’s still not here. I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s excited to see what he’s wearing – he must still be working on the finishing touches.