‘I wasn’t exactly Bella Hadid when I met Gav. Suddenly I’m extremely famous, but for what? For marrying someone rich? My Instagram feed and my brand deals give me something to stand for other than just being Gavin Riley’s fiancé. My followers mean a lot to me. You probably think that sounds stupid. You’ve got a baby, you don’t need followers.’

‘Having a baby doesn’t mean you suddenly don’t need anybody else. You want kids?’

‘Desperately, I always have. Gavin does too. It’s probably why he’s marrying me, he knows I want to start making a big family as quickly as possible. He needs someone to pass all this on to.’ She smiles as she looks around her enormous kitchen. I can’t work out if she’s happy or not, there is always some pain behind the pleasure. She doesn’t feel like the lady of a house like this.

‘And of course, there are the likes. They feel good,’ she says, snapping back to Instagram.

‘Yes, that must be quite addictive. I got thirteen likes for a post I did about a plate of chips last week. It was electrifying.’

Lauren laughs. And I realise it’s the first time I’ve seen that happen.

‘Shall we see how our post is doing?’ she says, picking up her phone again. She made it a whole two minutes without touching it.

‘No, we don’t have to, it’s OK. I’m not famous. The only person’s opinion I have to worry about is my husband’s.’

‘I bet your husband is lovely,’ she says.

I lie and tell her he is.

‘As is mine,’ she confirms, and I wonder if she is telling the truth.

‘Look, we already have 1,345 comments.’

‘What? That’s insane,’ I say, genuinely taken aback. She shimmies up to me and we both look at her phone. The photo of me is terrible, I am quite red and my skin is shiny. My cheeks are a lot chubbier than they used to be, and I really need a haircut. I hadn’t realised how long it had got. The caption says Meet Beth, my wedding planner. The woman making all my dreams come true.

‘That was a very nice thing to say, thank you,’ I say.

‘You’re welcome. Oh look, this guy always messages me. Same under every post: “That Gav, I hope he knows what he’s got.” It’s cute.’ She keeps scrolling through endless compliments about how beautiful she looks, how perfect she is. How jealous everyone is, how much they wish they were her. There are a few about Gavin, people saying they love him.

‘Your fans love you,’ I say. ‘I can see why you’re on it a lot.’