Then there’s Matt. Incredible, amazing, gorgeous Matt, who at this moment is conjuring up my breakfast and who I know will add a little something extra to it, because that’s who he is. He cares for me and he spoils me. But he also challenges me. Dom would have tried, and he would have done so many things right. But ultimately, he wouldn’t have been able to relinquish control and let me live my life the way I want and need to. He’s a hands-on leader, and he’s very good at it. But he’s not right for me. He’s also not Matt. Incredible, amazing, gorgeous Matt.

‘Right, here you are, princess.’ Matt appears at the door once again with a tray.

I prop myself up against my pillows, ready to receive it.

‘Thank you, gorgeous man.’ I look up at him adoringly as he hands me the tray then bends down and kisses me gently.

‘Have I told you I love you, Alex Morton?’

I put on a thoughtful face as he nuzzles me with his beard. ‘Not sure. Maybe I need to hear it again?’

‘I love you,’ he whispers in my ear.

I turn my grinning face towards his and kiss him again. ‘I love you too. Thank you for being you.’

By six p.m., I’m sporting a black sparkly festive minidress, my hair tonged into bouncy ringlets, make-up super-glam to match my outfit.

‘How do I look?’ I do a little turn on the spot and Matt gives an appreciative whistle.

‘Stunningly beautiful. How about me?’ He does his own little pose, which makes him look silly, and I start to giggle.

‘You’re beautiful too.’

‘Great. Now let’s go or we’ll be late.’

‘Late for…’

‘Would you just let it go? You only have another half an hour til you find out.’ He ushers me out of the door and downstairs to a waiting taxi.

We drive through the street-lit roads of Birmingham until the taxi pulls up outside what looks like a huge nightclub.

‘We’re going clubbing?’ I glance at Matt in confusion. ‘Is it not a bit early? And why all the secrecy?’

‘You’ll find out.’

Matt pays the driver, then we step out of the taxi and make our way inside the building. It has some kind of information desk in the foyer, where Matt hands over some tickets and is handed a couple of lanyards in return.

‘What are those for?’ I ask.

‘You’ll find out,’ he simply repeats, and I have no choice but to pad along quietly beside him.

We walk down a long brightly lit corridor until we reach a door with a security guy standing outside it.

‘Hey, mate.’ Matt greets him and dangles the lanyards in front of him.

The bouncer opens the door and gestures for us to enter. We then climb a short flight of steps, which I have to take at a slow pace, and find ourselves in a bustle of activity.

‘What is this, Matt?’