You hide a smile...

‘That girl…’ Emma sighs, once she’s safely out of earshot. ‘Honestly. I know I need to relax a little more sometimes, but she’s just…’

‘The other ****?’ you finish helpfully. Emma levels an eyebrow at you.

‘I was going to say a terrible warning about what happens if you go too far. But I suppose she’s probably taking the right attitude to all this.’ Emma smiles helplessly. ‘You can’t think about it seriously, or you’ll go mad.’

‘They’re just boobs,’ you tell her teasingly, echoing her words from the very first time you met. ‘They’re just your boobs.’

Emma catches it immediately, and gives you a look which can’t decide whether it’s indignant or pleased. ‘That’s my line, you cocky bastard. And I happen to remember you disagreeing with it. Quite vehemently.’

‘That’s me told.’ You sling a reassuring arm around Emma’s shoulders. ‘You look fucking gorgeous, by the way, Emma. I mean, you always do, but these guys are taking it to the next level.’

The make-up artists pause for a moment, looking flattered. One of them giggles, then looks like she wants to clap a hand over her mouth.

‘I’m nothing without my style team,’ Emma says modestly. Then she turns to one of them, looking undecided.

‘Do you really think I should shade in my breasts? I know she was joking, but actually…’