He lets me go, captures my hand as his prisoner once more and pulls me with him, even though my unsteady legs almost give out as soon as I’m released. We pass two security dressed all in formal black and a very amused-looking Jackson who beams at me widely and suddenly seems overcome with merriment.

“Have a nice evening, you two. You look lovely, Miss Camilla.” He calls as we pass and slaps Alexi on the back in a laddish camaraderie that screams, ‘Good luck getting laid ...