When we arrive at the gallery, I'm surprised by the number of people already inside. I know nothing about the artist that is exhibiting tonight, but the fact that Tallulah has insisted we all attend, makes me hope that it might just be her.

I can't think of any other reason why she'd invite us all, and with such forceful language too. I mean she downright threatened everyone.

Amid a sea of strangers, I see the occasional face that I recognise. All of our friends are here. I ...