Despite the gleaming silverware, the flickering candles, the laughter and the flowing wine, Allan isn’t as relaxed as he should be at this point. The last of the dinner plates have been cleared. I glance at the door. No sign yet of Mrs Hoskine, Diana and the cake. I long to see Allan smile but there is a tightness around his mouth. He is swift to laugh but the sparkle isn’t reaching his eyes. Tom, however, is arguing with Anthea to his left. He’s enjoying the wine and my earlier worries proved wrong. He had spoken the truth about waiting for the wine. Is my ability to read people off? Maybe it is just the lack of sleep fogging my brain. At least the vicar is happy staring down Beth Venn’s cleavage. My mouth twitches, fighting a smile.

‘Happy birthday to you.’ Diana’s voice is high and slightly wobbly as she enters and holds the cake aloft, with Mrs Hoskine behind her. Everyone stands and joins in and the atmosphere lifts.

‘Blow out the candles, Daddy, but don’t forget to make a wish.’

Allan places his hands around Diana’s to steady the cake and blows. All but one candle go out and Diana swiftly takes care of it. Allan kisses her then places the cake on the table for all to admire. Mrs Hoskine hands him the knife.

‘Don’t forget to make another wish, Daddy, and remember not to tell anyone.’ Diana is intent, despite her smile. She is so serious, even about something so frivolous. Allan holds the knife poised above the cake. The matryoshka dolls look out on the guests from their world of snow-white royal icing. Allan pushes the knife through looking at me, eyes sparkling. I shiver.

Diana rushes into the kitchen but returns just as quickly with her hands tucked behind her back. I watch as she theatrically pulls out what appears to be a handmade book.

‘I made this for you, Daddy. Happy birthday.’ She goes on her tiptoes and he bends down so she can kiss him.

He grins. ‘You made this?’ He holds it up. ‘How clever.’

Diana turns to looks at Ralf then Beth Venn. ‘Thank you for the camera. I had so much fun with it.’

‘You’re welcome, darling.’ Beth smiles and I don’t like her at all.

Diana hides a frown under her hand, but I see it. Allan turns each page admiring the pictures, but his fingers still on one page in particular. No one else notices it while Mrs Hoskine and Mary serve the cake. He flips two more pages and I make a note to have a closer look later.

Over the table, Tom’s glance meets mine and I walk up to Diana. ‘What a talented chick you are.’

‘She is wonderful.’ Allan closes the book.