‘Oh God, that’s brave of him,’ said Stevie. Rosie, making the most of having the house to herself, had decided to make a long-overdue call to her best friend. ‘You should’ve seen the girls getting ready earlier, all done up to the nines. Their skirts were so short, they looked more like belts! How Andrew puts up with all the giggling and squealing, I’ll never know. He’s a bleedin’ saint if you ask me!’ ‘I imagine he misses having a family around; I expect he loves it,’ said Stevie. ‘So you weren’t tempted to go with them?’ ‘You must be joking! I can’t remember the last time I had a quiet night to myself.’ Sure enough, later that night, driving back from the restaurant, Andrew’s car was full of screaming girls singing along to Beyoncé’s ‘Single Ladies’, which was blaring from the CD player. Andrew laughed, joining in with chorus, and tapping along to the beat with his fingers on the steering wheel. Eventually, they pulled up outside a posh mews in Chelsea, and Lucy, the last of Ruby’s friends to be dropped off, got out and said goodbye.
