"You've all had far too much to drink to travel home tonight," mother tells us.

Grandma and Grandpa went to bed hours ago. The tequila had been replaced by a bottle of Merlot. Aileen is now lying across one sofa; she's been talking for the last hour about all her ideas for Stone LA. Dad is sitting next to mum, giving Ali his undivided attention.

Landon and I are sitting across from them. Landon's arm is draped over my shoulder, and he is incredibly relaxed. I hadn't expected ...