I glare at Matteo’s back as he strides through the crowd with Lorenzo.

Then I whirl and march across the room, flashing zero-effort smiles at people I don’t know when they congratulate me on an engagement I don’t give a shit about. I don’t usually drink much.

But tonight, I’m gladly making an exception. I order a gin and tonic at the bar and take a large sip as I turn to survey the room.

James is, of course, being James, glad-handing his way through the crowd. Granted, a lot of these ...