A photographer has wound down the window of his car and quickly snaps photographs, no doubt satisfied that she’s looked at him.

She puts her hand up to cover her face but knows it’s too late. He would have gotten the shot already.

She’s had constant media attention since her exit interview aired. She had no idea how popular The One was. It makes her feel constantly nauseated that people are watching her, taking photographs of her, yelling out questions across the street, asking why she really left The One, wanting to know about her relationship with Oliver James. A few journalists have even approached her at work, coming into her studio.

Yesterday she screamed at one of them to leave. ‘You’re trespassing! Get out of here!’ The media frenzy has brought out an ugly and embarrassing side to her. She wants to forget about Ty and The One, but the constant spotlight is making it hard to leave behind.

Bonnie digs into the paper bag and pulls out a hash brown as she makes her way to work. She lets herself be comforted by the golden fried potato; it might just be the happiest moment of her day.

Not long after she arrives at work, the door pushes open and Bonnie knows who it is without having to look up. Carla’s perfume infiltrates Bonnie’s photography studio before she’s taken more than a few steps inside. Bonnie shoves the Maccas breakfast wrapper into the bin, then rams the bin further under the desk.

‘I brought you breakfast,’ Carla trills, clutching a container of no doubt organic, low-carb, sugar-free muesli. Her blonde ponytail swishes from side to side as she bounces towards Bonnie.

‘You shouldn’t have.’ Bonnie turns her head and the two sisters kiss on the cheek. ‘You’ve got enough meals to pack without worrying about me.’

Carla is dressed in her tiny gym gear, likely heading off to a Pilates class and then coffee, her three kids already dropped off for the day.

‘What’s one more? And you’d probably eat rubbish if I didn’t look after you.’ It’s a loaded comment and Carla holds her gaze, waiting for Bonnie to crack.

Bonnie really shouldn’t be surprised that Carla’s seen the paparazzi photos. It’s the kind of thing she would obsessively seek out. ‘I don’t need a lecture,’ Bonnie says, anticipating the assault.

But Carla clearly sees this as permission to launch. ‘Bonnie, you have a problem.’ Carla pulls her mobile from her bag and begins scrolling through the photos. ‘Six of these photos are of you at different takeaway places.’ She holds out the phone to show her. ‘What are you doing to your body?’

Bonnie can see that rather than being outraged that her sister is being stalked by the media, Carla’s actually quite pleased that they are helping her keep track of Bonnie’s eating habits.