‘She has her mother with her. I just took loads of pictures of them but need to get more. She has two bridesmaids but they’re in their own rooms with their own PRs, which is so weird I don’t even know what to say about it. Gavin is in a room on the other side of the house. I’m about to go and get some shots of the cake, then I’ll get some of Gavin and his groomsmen, so then you can get working on those while I go and photograph the bride. She’s being quite intense.’

‘Intense?’

‘Snappy. She wants photos but doesn’t want photos. Fucking brides, I swore I’d never do weddings.’

‘Why did you then?’

‘The money. I’m being paid like a footballer to shoot this wedding. So we better get to it. The contract stated they want one shot of the champagne fountain and some bottles around it, followed by Gavin and then the reveal of Lauren and photos of the day as it progresses. Oh look, here comes Lauren’s mum.

‘Hey Mayra, this place is a maze, isn’t it,’ Rebecca says, conversationally, waving Mayra over.

‘A maze? I don’t know why you all have to abbreviate everything,’ she says, which seems unfriendly.

‘Pardon?’ Rebecca asks.

‘Did you not have time to say “amazing”?’ Lauren’s mum says. Her tone is quite spiky and I dislike her immediately. Neither of them think to involve me.

‘I said this place is a maze. As in, there are loads of corridors and it’s quite hard to find your way around,’ Rebecca says. Two not very nice ladies having an awkward chat. I don’t try to make it three.

Mayra laughs, but doesn’t apologise. ‘Oh, I’m so used to Lauren doing that. It’s so confusing to me. Anyway, have you photographed Gavin and his groomsmen yet?’

‘Nope, I’ll get there in about fifteen minutes, I reckon.’

Lauren’s mum looks at her watch. ‘OK, I’ll go and let him know.’

She walks quickly away from us.

‘She’s a real piece of work,’ Rebecca informs me. ‘No wonder Lauren is a mess. Anyway, this is your room.’

‘Wow,’ I say, walking in. It really is stunning. The way she was talking, I’d been imagining myself stuffed into a broom cupboard. But this is really magnificent. Beautiful, opulent fabrics surrounding the windows and furniture. A four-poster bed with multiple fluffy cushions and a bathroom of pure marble with an enormous bath.

‘Goodness me, this is wonderful,’ I say, almost wanting to do a twirl when I walk in. I’m delighted to spend the day in such a gorgeous and unexpected place.