Having a new nanny will help me keep an eye on your tricks. But I need to build up a good rapport with her. I need our relationship to work. Just like I once so wanted ours to work, Caprice. Do you remember when I treated us to a bonding spa day together? It should have been special, but you hardly spoke to me. Luxuriating in the Turkish baths, the jacuzzi. Sitting next to one another wrapped in seaweed. Drinking champagne over a healthy lunch. Nothing I have ever done to try and help us become close has ever made any difference. But since you moved into our home, the situation has become even worse. Any indifference or complacency I ever experienced because of your coldness has transcended into resentment and anger.

As I step out of the taxi and walk across the airport concourse, I admit to myself that, all in all, Aristos’ call couldn’t have come at a better time. A day on his yacht will suit me just fine. He’s sent the papers I need to read by email, and I’ve printed them off. When I’m up in the air I’ll take a closer look. If everything is OK I’ll witness his signature tomorrow.

I sit on the plane. First-class seat, glass of champagne in hand, perusing his latest movement of money through different tax jurisdictions. I think he needs to speak to his investment adviser and spread his money more widely, but this doesn’t seem legally complicated. This time he hasn’t actually broken the law. I finish my champagne, stretch my legs and sleep.

We land at Athens airport. Aristos has sent a limousine from his fleet to meet me. A surly but smartly dressed man, in a stiff cotton shirt and blazer, is waiting in Arrivals holding up a sign with my name. I introduce myself and he tells me his name is Andros. I fall asleep again as soon as I get into his limo. The next thing I know, we are pulling through the narrow cobbled streets of the port of Monemvassia, where Aristos’ superyacht, The Spirit of the Sea, is moored.

The tender to The Spirit of the Sea is waiting at the dockside, captained by a young man who introduces himself as Yanni. He is wearing senior crew uniform: a peaked cap and a jacket with fancy gold fringed epaulets. Yanni powers up the engine and steers me towards The Spirit of the Sea. She looms in front of us, a shimmering oasis of light and beauty, so impressive I catch my breath. The night presses down on me, silent except for the hum of the engine and the lapping of the sea. The engine reduces. As we approach Spirit, and pull alongside, two crew appear from nowhere to catch the bow and stern lines. Yanni throws them with casual confidence, making boat handling look natural, as if he was born at sea.