I gripped my clutch bag a little tighter and felt myself get hot, only hoping that the layers of make-up Jemima had applied earlier in the day would be enough to hide my awkward blushes. I knew the woman was just doing her job, even though I found the question a little rude and intrusive, but I suppose that was part of today’s world. Everybody wanted to know everything, whether it was their business or not. I didn’t think the way I chose to live my life was anything to do with the film, but I also knew that by putting myself out here tonight, I was opening myself up to questions that might not be the most comfortable. Admittedly, I hadn’t thought it would be on camera, but there we are. I fixed on a smile and began to reply.

‘It’s true, I do value my privacy, but a lot of people worked very hard to make my book the success that it has been. I’m very grateful to Bella Dupree for loving the book as much as she does and for championing it into becoming a major film production.’

The woman seemed satisfied with this answer. I’d seen her glance over my shoulder, past the camera. I’d assumed she was looking for the next person to pounce upon and therefore about to wrap up this particular interview. I was grateful it had been so short.

‘One more question before you go, following on from that. Are we to believe the rumours that you’re about to get your own happy ending with the heir apparent to an earldom?’ She smiled a wide smile at me with teeth so brilliant white they were almost transparent.

I didn’t know what to say. I had vaguely suspected somebody might make a comment or two tonight but assumed I’d be able to brush them off. I certainly hadn’t expected to be ambushed on live TV about the relationship between Jack and me.

I swallowed my fear. Be brave, Lily. I smiled at her, remembering that she was just trying to earn a living.

‘I never like to give away the ending of any story,’ I said, smiling and giving her a nod, signalling to her that the interview was over.

She got the message, smiled and thanked me, continuing with her piece to camera as I walked off. Jack immediately joined me and took my hand. Without thinking, I held tight.

‘You did great!’ His handsome face was beaming.

‘I wasn’t expecting the last question. Did it sound OK?’

‘You handled it beautifully. Very classy.’

I laughed, looking up at him. ‘Coming from an heir apparent, I will take that as a compliment.’

‘It was most definitely meant as one.’

25

Once inside, I did as Zinnia had instructed, and gave her a call. I also messaged my editor to say that I was inside and where Jack and I were now standing, having thankfully been given a glass of champagne which I’d never needed more.