‘Are you working today?’ she asked instead, assuming she was taking Rosie back to Norwich.

She used the word ‘working’ loosely. As an only child who had lost both parents, Rosie didn’t want for money. Her father had invested wisely, while her grandmother, who had died a few years later, had been stinking rich. The money Rosie had inherited had left her more than comfortable.

Still, she liked to keep herself busy and it was hard to keep up with her schedule as the jobs she did weren’t regular. Her résumé listed her first and foremost as an actress, though most of the projects she had worked on had never been released. Of the ones that had, she had played a dead body, had a cameo role in Hollyoaks, plus a couple of one-line parts in low-budget films. Then there was the modelling, and her YouTube channel, which was probably her biggest success. She endorsed beauty products, tested out the latest fads, and preached a healthy lifestyle to her subscribers that Hannah knew she didn’t follow herself. Rosie was good at persuading people. She had the gift of the gab when it came to getting companies to send her freebies and her bubbly personality shone through, ensuring she came across as likeable to her many followers.

She also knew how to work the circuit, flitting back and forth between Norfolk and London, getting to know every other Z-list celebrity, blogger, and vlogger out there, as well as a few bigger hitters.

Her life was a world away from Hannah’s, and Hannah had zero interest in the parties and events Rosie tried to lure her to. On paper, the two women were opposites, but their childhood ties were strong and Hannah was one of very few people Rosie could be her true self with.

‘Nothing in the diary, thank God. Do you fancy grabbing an early lunch? We could try that new burger place that’s opened and maybe go for a facial afterwards.’

‘Sorry, I have work to do.’

Rosie pouted. ‘You’re no fun.’

‘You’re welcome to come over. The job I’m working on shouldn’t take too long to finish.’

‘I think I’m just going to slob around my flat, order in junk food, and watch movies,’ Rosie decided. ‘And I am never drinking again.’

‘Of course not,’ Hannah agreed dryly. It was only Monday, but there was no waiting for the weekend for Rosie, and they both knew she would open a bottle of wine early evening, and that she would probably end up heading out again into Norwich to one of the bars. She couldn’t seem to help herself.