‘Is that really happening?’ I say, not really asking. I saw it with my own eyes. It was absolutely happening. No doubt, not a single bit. Gavin is in that room a hundred per cent having sex with … oh my God!

My nipples start to leak.

‘Quick, Risky, I need to pump. Where is it?’

‘Follow me,’ she says, as we race down the corridor.

‘So what are we going to do?’ Risky asks me, a blanket over her shoulders like she has just been rescued from a sinking ship. She is sipping water, holding the bottle with both hands. Shivering, despite it being quite warm. I am sitting opposite her in a small room, my breast pump on. We are working out our next move while the bottles fill up.

‘We have to tell Lauren,’ Risky says, every bit the woman’s woman she preaches to be.

‘What? No Risky, we can’t do that. We can’t do anything.’

‘He’s cheating on her. It’s so bad, and with her? It’s horrible. The worst. Lauren needs to know. All of those rumours, there are so many. They’re all true. If he can do that, he can do anything. She has no real friends. It’s down to us to save her.’

Oh God, the crusade. Women supporting women can be really limiting when you need a wedding to happen.

‘Listen, Risky, no marriage is perfect. OK? Do we really believe Lauren has no idea who she’s marrying? She’s made her decision, this is what she wants. It isn’t up to us to crush her dreams.’

‘But he just … on their wedding day … with …’

‘I know, I saw. But seriously. It’s not down to us to fix this. We’re here to do a job, and I think we just have to do it.’

‘Beth, in the nicest possible way, you have the perfect marriage. Maybe you just can’t accept that love isn’t always a Disney movie.’

I can’t handle this anymore.

‘For God’s sake Risky, no marriage is a Disney movie. I got shagged up the arse by a stranger the other day because my husband refuses to touch me. When are you going to understand that relationships are just shit?’

Silence. To be fair, I just gave her a lot to process.

‘Michael refuses to touch you?’ she asks. I am glad she chose to focus on that part of my sentence.

‘Yes. It’s been really terrible for a long time. He has some weird sex phobia and it’s made me do something terrible and now I’m in such a mess and I don’t know what to do about it.’

‘Beth,’ she says gently, coming close to me. ‘Why didn’t you say?’

‘Because I am your boss and we have a wedding to get through. I don’t like to bring my personal life to work.’