“Welcome home, Alastair,” says the security guard, which is, perhaps, the second time they have ever spoken.

“You must be Daisy!” he goes on, leaning down to look at Oliver.

Oliver smiles and waves, but Alastair makes an awful face and drives on the second the gates open. He supposes he should be glad the news had spread this fast, but he didn’t particularly enjoy how every new person that laid eyes on Oliver in a dress has some obvious heat behind their ...