‘Then what?’ Alexi is starting to lose his temper, and I am aware that maybe I’m embarrassing him in front of them by not being the social bee he thought I would be. By being weirdly quiet and a loner when they are all getting drunk and merry and being so expressive and family-like with one another. He assumed I would be Camilla, the hostess and peruse and charm my night away like a pro. He doesn’t understand that all of that is a lie, an act, a mask I wear. It’s my job to be that ...