Of course Sam and Maddie catch me sneaking back in to the reception. I try to play it cool like I’ve just been in the bathroom for a long time, but Sam squints and leans toward me, sniffing. ”Orla.” She puts her hands on her hips and leans close. ”You smell like man.”

I groan, but grab a flower from a nearby vase and sort of smear the petals around my throat and wrists. ”Better?”

She laughs at me. ”No. Now you just smell ...