But I always wonder: if I know of his infidelity, surely she must too? But who would tell her about the rumours? I get the impression she doesn’t have many real friends; every time I asked her about bridesmaids she was never sure who, or how many, she would have. Eventually she settled on a couple of models who are her ‘besties’ according to her Instagram feed. I heard one particular rumour that Gavin had a threesome with both of them.

Suddenly the door crashes open.

‘I hope you didn’t start without me?’ says Mayra, Lauren’s mother, striding into the room. She is a tall, stunning blonde, probably in her early fifties, but really she could be any age and I wouldn’t be surprised. She’s had a lot of work done, her clothes are always stunning, and she is vegan.

‘Hey Mum,’ Lauren says, with a light tone of sarcasm, hinting that Mayra might have actually acknowledged her.

‘Sit up straight, Lauren,’ she says, raising her eyebrows to the rest of us. ‘My goodness, twenty-eight years old, the future wife of a tycoon and she still needs her mother to correct her posture.’

She takes a seat on the sixth chair and gets out a notepad. Every time Mayra arrives at our meetings everyone snaps into action. She is like Lauren’s manager, and clearly has a strong hold over her and her career. She micro-managed the menu selections, forcing me to try multiple desserts that she wouldn’t eat herself. I happily obliged.

‘I’m pregnant,’ I’d say. ‘If I can’t indulge now, when can I?’ Over twenty pounds of excess later, I think I maybe should have stood my ground.

‘Oh my goodness, how could I have been so stupid,’ Mayra says, walking over to Gavin. She places a hand on each of his cheeks and kisses him on both sides of his face. ‘My darling, looking dashing as always.’

Gavin seems used to it. Mayra doesn’t apply the same affection to her daughter and sits back down. I think I catch Lauren rolling her eyes.

It’s quite awkward.

‘OK, shall we crack on?’ I suggest. Risky nods enthusiastically, she’s still quivering with excitement.

As the meetings gets underway, I’m sure I catch Mayra adjusting her cleavage and winking at Gavin.

I probably just imagined it.

Ruby

I still haven’t found Bonnie a new nursery. I meant to email around after finishing the Sara Jenkins retouching job yesterday evening, but it took a lot longer than planned to meet Rebecca’s exacting standards, so Bonnie’s on the sofa watching TV, again. She will probably watch it all day. Which makes me feel bad, but I’m not sure what else I am supposed to do. I have a lot of work to do.